The following night Liz walked hand in hand with Jack toward an elegant French Quarter restaurant called Cicero’s, on Decatur. She wore a sexy red dress of puckered fabric that clung to every curve. The halter style neckline was low cut, allowing for an exceptional amount of cleavage that made her feel ultra-sexy, and certainly didn’t permit wearing a bra. As they walked, her breasts jiggled slightly against the hugging material, making her aroused already — when, she thought, by all rights, she should be nervous.

Jack had driven her home that morning, and later he’d called to say he’d invited Ty to dinner with them. “I…thought you might want to get to know him a little better.”

The very idea of being with both of them at the same time had swum vigorously through her mind, a forbidden thought. Whereas, last night, she’d have invited Ty into their bed in a heartbeat, today she was a little more wary — yet still interested, still seriously considering the possibility. God knew the idea was beyond exciting—two hot, sexy men pleasuring her together. But…could she?