Chapter One Hundred and Four
Adam rolled his eyes, taking the rest of the bags over to the closet. He turned around, locking eyes with me as he pulled his shirt over his head. Tossing it to the floor beside him.
I took my time taking him in. Adam wasn’t tattooed like Spencer was. His skin was unmarked and perfect. He was thin, but all muscle and hard lines. I wanted to take my time tracing my fingers over his abs. Watching the way that he responded to my touch, but I knew that was beyond what he could handle.
“Sweet Andreena, the cuffs and the toy,” Spencer said, pulling my attention away from Adam and my study of him.
“She could always use her fingers. Imagining their ours as she touches herself for us,” Adam teased.
Heat flushed through me at his teasing, but also at the memory of w
