“No, Cora. Please, tell me what that is. I don't want to be in the dark here.”
The line went quiet. Jordan heard whispers on the other end. It sounded like Cora was already on top of the situation. A tingle appeared in her pelvis that caused her to grin. That was Cora. Always on top of everything.
“Conflict of interest means your interests would be conflicted between public and private. As an officer, you have a duty to uphold the law. If you get involved with people involved in a case—like us—then it might be considered a conflict for your job,” Cora explained.
“But I'm not involved with you for anything other than the fact that I enjoy you,” Jordan stated.
“I know, darling. But to others, it might seem like you're trying to get something out of it to make the case weigh in our favor.”
Jordan clenched her fist again.
“I can't believe this is happening,” she growled. “How dare he try to put words in my mouth like that.”
“I wasn't there, so I can't say whether he put words in your mouth, but I can say with certainty that it's utterly ridiculous,” Cora corrected. “And I will handle this. I promise.”
“You handle just about everything,” Jordan accused.
“I'm a lawyer, darling,” Cora chimed.
The phrase made Jordan grin and she chuckled, looking down at her hand that rested limply in her lap.
“I know. I'm just scared of losing my job. That's my integrity on the line, you know?” she stated.
Cora sighed, the sound filling the phone line.
“I'm aware, darling. I promise this will all be done by the end of the week,” she promised.
“That fast?”
“Even faster.”
Jordan smiled warmly. She stroked the edge of her phone lovingly, wishing the hours would pass faster so she could be with her women. The clock chimed that it was 6:00 PM and she hopped up from her couch.
“When is the party again?” she asked.
“The gala event is around 8:30 PM. Don't worry—we'll pick you up in time for us to arrive fashionably late,” Cora assured.
“And what should I wear?”
Cora chuckled on the other end of the line.
“If it was up to me, nothing at all,” she teased.
Jordan scoffed and covered her mouth as she retreated to her bedroom. She opened her closet and eyed the dresses that she had accumulated, most of them made of the finest silk in an array of colors.
“Seriously, Cora. What should I wear? Ask Sierra,” Jordan suggested.
A pause came from the other end of the line. As she waited patiently in front of her closet, the doorbell rang. Confused, she went to the door as some snickering erupted over the phone.
“Cora, what have you done?” Jordan teased.
She opened the door and a man in a suit held up a purple box. Smiling, she accepted it and shut the door. She took the box over to her dining room table and pulled at the ribbons.
“I haven't done anything,” Cora giggled.
Jordan rolled her eyes and pulled open the lid of the box. Nestled between pink and green fluff sat a gorgeous white gown covered in jewels. Gasping, she pulled it from the box and ran over to her wall-length mirror.
“Cora!” she cried.
“Consider it our one-month gift,” Cora announced. “Now put it on. We're going to pick you up in a little bit.”
Chapter 12
When the car pulled up to the curb, Jordan excitedly bounced in her seat. She felt like a teenager going to prom. Her gown was relatively wide and took up a great deal of space in the back of the car. She had to rest part of it over Sierra's legs in order to fit. A tiara sat on her head, nestled in a bed of curls all decorated with white jewels to match. Around her neck sat a glittering choker made of white gold.
A man dressed in a suit opened the door and they each stepped out in succession, waiting on the red carpet as cameras flashed. As practiced, Jordan kept her face steady. She didn't flinch or grimace. Instead, she took Sierra's hand and held up her free hand as a gentle wave. The cameras flashed a bit more as they made their way up the carpet.
“I've never been on a yacht before,” she whispered to Sierra.
Those brown eyes glittered as they turned to her.
“Well, you're in for a real treat.”
Jordan smiled wide and followed Sierra up the short red plank leading to the boat. She glanced over the gated plank and gasped. They were high above the water. Gulping, she returned her eyes forward and focused on Sierra's long brown hair bouncing behind. It smelled like roses in the evening breeze. A gentle hand rested upon her shoulder and she smiled, knowing that Cora was right behind her.
They were greeted when they finally boarded the yacht. A glass of champagne was handed to each of them and Jordan sipped hers carefully, recalling the manners she had been taught the day before by Cora. There were ways to blend in to billionaire society without being an actual billionaire. It was all an extensive visual trick. As long as she appeared noble, they considered her noble.
She smiled as she recalled the conversation.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are delighted to welcome you to our annual gala event here on the Harrington Yacht. The proceeds from tonight's event will go to the North Island Orphan Foundation and the New York Alliance for the Homeless,” announced someone over the speakers.
Jordan looked up to find the person speaking, but didn't see anyone. She figured it must be someone over the PA system.
“Please, enjoy the free champagne and treats. We're going to have a lovely evening. Thank you!”
A light applause filled the deck and Jordan followed suit. Rule number 12 according to Cora: always do what everyone else is doing. She chuckled lightly and turned to the women standing at her side while holding up her glass.
“Here's to you, my darlings,” she smiled.
Cora and Sierra smiled warmly, their eyes sparkling under the beautiful white lights glittering above. They clinked their glasses together and each took a sip.
“This is quite extravagant,” Jordan whispered. “Are you sure it's okay that I'm here?”
“You look like you belong here,” Sierra replied with a wink.
“Don't worry about it. Nobody here is going to really care. Besides, I have a surprise for you two,” Sierra added.
“A surprise?” Cora implored with a smile.
Sierra nodded. She motioned for them to set their glasses down and then took their hands, pulling them to a set of stairs on the other end of the yacht. The set of stairs led down to a small door that they each squeezed through. After Sierra shut it behind them, she pulled them further into the dark tunnel.
“It smells weird down here,” Cora commented.
“Just a little further,” Sierra insisted. “I paid good money for this.”
“You paid good money for fish?” Jordan joked.
The girls tittered with amusement as they continued forward. Up ahead, a blue glow appeared and grew as they approached. Jordan and Cora gasped and clutched each other.
They were standing at the very bottom of the yacht inside a blue-lit room. The floor was made entirely of glass and they could see beneath the boat. A number of fish with dazzling scales were floating about, including some smaller ones that flitted this way and that. Tearfully, Jordan turned to Sierra.
“It's beautiful,” she whimpered.
“I just wanted you both to know how much I thought of you,” Sierra whispered. “To see how beautiful you are to me.”
Cora began to cry. Jordan squeezed her hand as reassurance, but the woman broke into tears and fell forward. Sierra held them both as they quietly blubbered against each other. Heat rose from their faces as they began to kiss, falling into heated rapture rather quickly as they continued to nuzzle each other.
Jordan's lips fell over shivering skin. The blue light surrounding them inspired her to slip her hands over satin legs and smooth over erected nipples. She discovered a protruding breast and
turned to see Sierra pulling hers out, running her fingers in a sultry fashion down the straps of her dress and underneath her breasts to frame them. Jordan sighed and licked her lips.
As she pressed her hungry mouth to Sierra's breast, her fingers remained fixed on the satin thigh that quivered beneath her touch. Her tongue lapped at the protruding nipple and circled it gently, inspiring moans to surface from above. She smiled with the nipple between her teeth. A tug caused a heated groan and she sucked the nipple into her mouth, humming as she lifted the dress blocking her entry to Sierra's sweet petals.
Without missing a beat, she knelt down in her gown and buried her face underneath the silk dress. No underwear. She grinned as her tongue sought the source of pleasure, humming contentedly as it met a warm vulva that twitched with delight upon being touched. Eyes batted up towards Sierra, watching carefully as that flawless face contorted between utter delight and wretched pleasure.
Fingers tangled into Jordan's hair as a curious hand slid up her thigh. She trembled, knowing that Sierra was delicately tracing her vulnerable skin. Those clever fingers slipped up towards her panties and stroked the wet fabric, eliciting a soft moan that vibrated the vulva in her mouth. One finger gently poked beneath the fabric followed by another. They easily slipped inside her entrance, causing her hips to buck forward. Sierra steadied those hips with her free hand and pushed her fingers deeper.
Groaning, Jordan lapped fervently at Sierra's silky folds. Fluid gushed into her mouth and trickled down her chin, practically coating the front of her dress. She didn't mind it. Her focus was solely on the pleasure of her lover. While she slipped a finger inside, Cora shifted behind her. Though she was curious, she didn't turn around.
A warm and wet vulva met hers. Moaning with delight, she continued to finger Sierra while lifting her gown to take a peek. Cora had positioned herself beneath Jordan in order to press their portals together. Her hips were angled upward as one leg remained underneath and the other wrapped over the dress. With slow, heated motions, she rolled her hips and humped Jordan.
Sierra whimpered at the sight. Her fingers dug deep into Jordan's bun, forcing the delighted mouth back into her muff. All three women joyfully groaned as skin smacked against skin, the sound reverberating in the small glass room. Jordan sucked the clit into her mouth and hummed to make it vibrate. The hips in her hands shook and she sucked harder, rolling her tongue over the folded skin while her fingers danced inside Sierra.
Cora humped against Jordan, her moans heatedly rolling together along with her hips. As her breasts bounced, her hair came undone and flowed around her shoulders, blonde streaks floating over her smooth skin. She grabbed a portion of Jordan's bottom, smacked it, and humped harder while throwing her head back.
Another grunt sent Jordan into a heated spasm. She licked fervently at Sierra, hungrily licking up all the fluid that dared to attempt an escape. A primal urge to hump harder overwhelmed her and she teetered forward, deepening her position into Sierra's folds. She moaned long and loud, releasing her climax as soon as she reached the top.
She gripped Sierra's legs and grunted while Cora shook beneath her. The three clung to each other desperately as they came, their bodies fluctuating between violent spasms and gentle shakes. When their orgasms had passed, they collapsed on the glass floor in a fit of laughter. Jordan climbed on top of Sierra and kissed her lovingly. Cora inserted her arm between them, squeezing breasts and sighing with satisfaction.
“You definitely paid good money for this.”
Chapter 13
Jordan sat timidly in the meeting room. A pair of lawyers along with Cora and Sierra sat on one end with her while Captain Roy and a lawyer sat on the other end. She smiled timidly at her boss who returned the same polite grin.
“Shall we begin?” one of the lawyers asked.
Everyone in attendance nodded.
“Tell me, Captain Roy. How exactly did Officer Young's job come into question?” asked a lawyer.
“Someone had informed me of her involvement with the Henderson case,” Captain Roy replied.
“And who informed you?”
“Officer Fields.”
The lawyer looked down over his papers and ran his finger along a few lines of text. He popped up when he found what he was looking for.
“So, she was accused of a conflict of interest. Did Officer Young become involved with the couple—Miss Henderson and Miss Jarvis—prior to the suspect being caught?” asked the lawyer.
“No, sir,” replied Captain Roy.
“So, she only became romantically involved with the couple following the capture of the suspect?” the lawyer continued.
Jordan held her breath in her seat. This would be the defining line. She was surprised it had even reached this level of seriousness. As she gripped the edge of the table, her boss shook his head.
“No, she did not become romantically involved prior to that. Not to my knowledge,” he replied.
“I think those are all the questions I have. Officer Young isn't in breach of any contract, she has not engaged in any illegal activity, and has not influenced the course of this case other than finding the suspect,” the lawyer explained. “I don't think there's any reason under Article 18 that she should continue to be on leave.”
A smile crossed Jordan's lips. She knew she hadn't done anything wrong, but it was such a close call. Sierra reached under the table and gripped her hand. It made her feel supported, stable. As she met her boss's gaze, she offered the same polite smile.
“I'm sorry, Young. I was just doing my job,” he admitted.
“Who exactly told you to put Officer Young on leave?” the other lawyer asked.
“My superior, Chief Gordon,” the captain replied.
“We'll have a word with him. I think we're done here.”
The three women stood triumphantly and hugged. Afterwards, Jordan reached across the table to shake hands with her boss. Though he was a hard man, she knew there weren't hard feelings.
“I forgive you, Captain,” she said. “I know it wasn't all you.”
He rubbed the back of his scalp nervously.
“You know, some people in this department were timid about you...coming out, so to speak, but—” He looked with a grin between the three of them. “I don't see why. You three look very happy together.”
Jordan nodded with joy.
“I am, sir. We are,” she replied. “Thank you.”
When the lawyers had left the room along with the captain, the three women remained inside to discuss their plans for the afternoon.
“Well, if I have my job still, then I'll likely be working,” Jordan stated.
Cora and Sierra each pouted. It made Jordan giggle and roll her eyes, her fingers searching for their necks to stroke.
“Please, don't do the face,” she begged.
“But we want dinner,” Cora cooed.
“And it would be nice to sit inside by the fire,” Sierra added.
“It's 100 degrees outside. Why would we sit by the fire?” Jordan posed.
Sierra grinned and kissed Jordan on the cheek.
“Because we can make marshmallow sandwiches and feed each other,” she teased.
A giddy Jordan pulled Sierra in close. She nuzzled that gorgeous neck, breathing deep the scent of lavender and a medley of flowers. It reminded her of their first bath and a mischievous grin crossed her lips.
“We could always take a hot bath,” she whispered.
Sierra tittered as Cora snuggled into them.
“I think that's a glorious idea,” Cora agreed. “And we can add some wine to the mix. Maybe have some toys in the tub.”
“Cora!” Jordan exclaimed.
The three giggled as they looped their arms around each other, swaying as they walked out of the meeting room. Their chatter filled the halls as they made their way to the front of the building where they greeted the bright and blistering afternoon. Jordan pulled on her aviators while watching the blue sky, nudging them up he
r nose before wrapping her arms around both of her beautiful women.
As she walked proudly to their black car, she imagined the amazing things that would be in store from here. The memorable pictures, the sparkling events, the incredible sex, and the dark nights that were now cured of their loneliness. No longer did she have to sleep alone. Not only did she have one love, but she had two.
And that was all she could ever need.
THE END
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Billionaires’ Game
Shelby Stuart stepped into the pristine, marble foyer of Archer Enterprises, took a deep breath and crossed her fingers that her boss, Jackson Archer, would be in a good mood that day. Sometimes Jackson was a dazzling charmer, sometimes he was in a dark temper. When you worked for the world’s most handsome billionaire, you never knew what you were going to get.
People milled around Shelby as they waited for the elevator, some greeting her, some avoiding her. She didn’t really mind that people kept their distance. As Jackson Archer’s personal assistant and senior member of his personal staff, she thought it best to keep the rest of the company at arm’s length.
“I don’t trust any of them, Shelby,” Jackson had said to her on more than one occasion after a board meeting or stockholder conference. Jackson had inherited Archer Enterprises after his father’s death only a year ago, and it was obvious that some of the senior staff had a deep-seated resentment toward the boy who seemed to have usurped their places.
Not that anyone would dare call Jackson Archer a “boy.” Shelby was positive that if you opened the dictionary and looked in the M section, she would find a picture of Jackson right next to the definition of the word “man.” Sometimes, Jackson was too attractive to be believed.
Shelby glanced across the lobby of Archer Enterprises, to the enormous painting of Jackson that hung behind the security desk. From his position on the wall, Jackson’s smiling, oil-painted doppelganger seemed to inspect everyone who walked beneath him, and he clearly found them all wanting. His grin was broad and white, his clear blue eyes sparkled, but there was a hint of disdain in his expression that the artist couldn’t seem to avoid.
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