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leaned a little closer. “I thought we were in a hurry.” He punctuated the comment with a sexy little wink.
    She looked back and forth between the two men. “We are, but it would be rude to rush out in the middle of a conversation.”
    Jordan laughed. “Is this a private discussion, or can I join in?”
    The wine was still making her bolder than usual, even with him now. “I was just discussing with Steven the attributes of the girl on stage,” she shared, observing his reaction closely.
    He looked surprised, but at the same time playfully interested. “Oh? And what do you think of her?”
    Lynda looked back to Kayla, who now teasingly lowered one side of her g-string, then the other, without quite showing her pussy. Finally, in response to the cheering men—even Steven, next to her, let out a hearty, high-pitched whistle—she lowered the sparkling panties swiftly to her ankles, then kicked them off into the crowd. The g-string headed straight toward the booth where they sat until Steven jumped up and plucked it from midair to the approving yells from those around him, and Lynda found herself laughing and clapping at his little victory.
    “Well?” Jordan asked. “What do you think?”
    Lynda smiled back and forth between the two men. “She definitely has nice taste in panties,” she began, eyeing the ones clutched in Steven’s fist, because lace might be a bit too froufrou for Lynda, but rhinestones she could get into. “And that sexy tattoo is in just the right spot because her back and ass are flawless. Her breasts are gorgeous, as well, no denying that. My only criticism would be…”
    Both men seemed to wait with bated breath. “Yeah?” Jordan said, looking duly aroused.
    “Her hair could use some work.”
    Jordan’s face lit with amusement as Steven chuckled. “I hate to break it to you, honey,” Steven said, “but you’re the only person in the room looking at her haircut.”
    “Maybe,” Lynda shrugged. “But when a girl wants to be hot, she has to think about the whole package. Personally, I try not to neglect any part of my appearance.”
    “And I can promise you that she looks good all over,” Jordan chimed in.
    Steven’s gaze had strayed to her chest once more. “She looks good in that dress, that’s for damn sure.”
    “A gift from me,” Jordan told him.
    “Don’t punch me in the mouth, buddy, but that dress does fine things for her tits.”
    Lynda feared the compliment would make them swell from the fabric as her pussy surged with still more moisture from all the erotic sights and conversation. Although she feared how Jordan might react.
    But again, to her surprise, he looked unfazed, like a guy who was just going with the flow. “That’s not an accident—I knew that when I bought it.”
    Geez , talk about surprises —that was a big one. The wine must have gotten to him, too. She was shocked not only to hear him admit that, but for them to be discussing her body so openly with another guy.
    Their eyes met and her astonishment tripled when he said, right in front of Steven, “You’re gonna be lucky if I can wait to get home before I rip the damn thing off you.”
    With that, he slid one palm to a spot high on her thigh, squeezing lightly, then leaned in to bestow a mind-numbingly hot kiss to her neck. She couldn’t help arching for him as her cunt yearned for stimulation. She felt the lace stretch teasingly across her breasts, revealing a bit more of the curving flesh to both men’s eyes, and now her pussy pulsed madly.
    What the hell was happening here? Was she discovering a whole new Jordan?
    Unable to resist, she spread her legs just slightly, dying for her man to cup her with his big, strong hand, or to just simply stroke his fingertips there. She longed for him to rub her burning pussy while Steven watched. Or maybe while everyone watched. A vision assaulted her—she and Jordan as the next act tonight at Michael’s Gentlemen’s Club, fucking right there in the