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“Once we’re on the platform,” Kori explains, “the auction becomes our distraction.” Her plan is risky only because of Jason’s bloody history with traffickers. “It will work, Jason,” she continues– her tone irrefutable and royal. It hooks something hot and pliant under Roy’s skin.
“I will totally be your sex slave, babe,” he grins up at her, nipping playfully at her fingers to lighten the mood.
She smiles down at him. It doesn’t feel indulgent. Her hair sizzles and sparks, slithering like a match teasing tinder. He shivers as her fingers push gently against his tongue before they both look back to where Jason Todd remains unconvinced.
“I don’t like it,” Jason replies.
“You could,” Roy says. He props up onto his elbows with a slow suggestive smile. “Maybe I’m an acquired taste. You don’t know.”
Jason frowns harder. He’s a rigid line of disapproval closed-off in kevlar and crossed arms. Roy threads Kori’s hair around his knuckles. Jason’s mood darkens and Roy almost stops, but he’s used to being distasteful.
“It’s just sex, Jaybird,” Roy aims his smile indiscriminately, sinks back into Kori’s golden lap, and spreads his knees wide again. He doesn’t know how to say I want you without it being true, so, he winks instead. It’s easier to be a tease than a joke.
“In and out,” Jason concedes.
“That’s the idea.” Roy throbs.