If Olivia didn’t know Nathan so well, she’d be pouting. They hadn’t taken the edge off as far as she was concerned. The two guys had both come, but her clit was throbbing and unattended. Nathan nipped at her neck as he placed each of her legs outside of his, spreading her wide. Luke’s eyes practically bugged out of his head as Nathan slipped a finger inside her and swirled her juices around her clit. “Well,” Luke said, his gaze unable to move from Nathan’s clever and very distracting fingers, “there’s not much to tell. I teach art to kids three afternoons a week at the Loft, a non-profit arts center in Minneapolis. I do some admin stuff for them too. I’m hoping to save for college, so I’m looking for a second job.” Olivia rolled her eyes. “Un tigre.” “What’s that?” Olivia almost laughed. She needed to remember Luke wasn’t used to her speech patterns. The ones that were more an affect than anything else.
