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I kept my hand on Molly's back as we moved toward the couch area where Jean-Pierre had been. I didn't know why I did it, since it was not the best idea in the world to touch another man's sub. But I enjoyed the feel of her skin under my hand and wasn't anxious to stop.
They cleared the crowd to find Jean-Pierre sitting on the couch right where Molly had left him.
Only he wasn't alone any longer.
A scantily clad blonde was leaning down, talking to him. Jean-Pierre flashed the woman a bright, flirtatious smile and gently fingered her curly hair.
I felt Molly stiffen beside me, and she let out a tiny, strangled noise barely loud enough for me to hear. I looked down at her, and the emotions on her face were plain as day. Molly was furious and deeply hurt. But the one t
