<span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Morgen immediately applauded his decision to acknowledge the pair with openness and grace, and the sight of Jourdan approaching with careful eagerness made his heart melt for -- rekindling the lustful affection that had never snuffed out. What animosity he'd harbored melted to nothing when he saw her angelic expression and felt her <a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/N7FkcJU.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">body press</a> with full contact against his own. Morgen's blood pressure dropped to a soothing level, though a low-grade arousal perked up in his core. After all these years, Jourdan <i>still </i>had that ultra-subtle and innate effect upon him. She smelled phenomenal, and her body felt pliable in his presence -- much like when they made love all those years ago.<br/>
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The man's closed as he inhaled her scent and essence, cinching his arms tight around her body for a few moment. "I've missed you," he whispered quietly. When his eyes opened, they looked past Jourdan's shoulder to Freya waiting in the wings. His gaze would be devoid of hatred, and each blink would mask the coldness he felt toward his former, estranged friend. Reluctantly, Morgen back away and offered a genuine smile seldom seen in years; he moved to the side and tackled the inevitable duty of pretending to be happy to see the woman who ruined his life. <br/>
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"Hey, Freya ..." he murmured with a smile. Morgen did open his arms and bring the ginger woman into his presence. The embrace did not last as long as Jourdan's, nor was there the intangible conveyance of emotions through touch alone. Was there a stiffness to her posture that she always had or was she pretending to tolerate his presence just as he was with her? The quality in the two women became immediately apparent, and he actually patted Freya's back -- giving a subtle signal that their brief, physical reunion had concluded. Morgen moved away to regard both women. <br/>
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"Well, a surprise indeed," he said, looking at both woman. A small flame of flickered fury roused in his core at the sight of them with matching wedding rings. Still, his eyes betrayed nothing of his true feelings. Seeing them together -- having ingratiated each other into their lives with all those non-verbal cues that denoted extreme intimacy -- was more gut-wrenching than Morgen had expected. They were clearly in love with one another, and Jourdan had more miles with Freya than she ever did with him. Her association with Morgen was a footnote in the sapphic life she had chosen. "I was just here passing the evening away. Free nights are a luxury for me now."<br/>
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Morgen motioned to the table with two beers on it, one half empty. "If you're not here to meet with someone else, you're free to join me," he offered. There were a number of stools available, one right next to where he'd set up camp (designated by his <a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/CjzgcQx.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">parti sketches</a>) and another pair opposite him across the table. He wondered who would sit where ...</span>