The kiss broke, but only because the man wanted it to. He leaned back slightly, his hand still gripping my jaw, forcing me to keep my eyes locked on him. The woman hadn’t stopped—her mouth trailed lower down my neck, and her hand slid boldly between my thighs, pressing against me until I gasped.
“She’s ready,” she said, her voice husky, and the man’s smirk deepened.
A ripple moved through the room—like the others had been waiting for that signal. Another pair of hands touched me from behind, strong and sure, sliding up my arms, across my shoulders, down to my waist. I jolted, half-turning, but before I could see who it was, a low male voice whispered against my ear.
“Don’t fight it. Just feel.”
The man in front of me shifted closer, knees pressing against mine, while the woman spread m
