The echo of their heavy, synchronized breathing slowly faded into the vast, open concept penthouse, replaced only by the low, distant hum of the city traffic down below. Julian and Ethan slowly untangled themselves from Chloe’s trembling body, leaving her collapsed on the slick, black marble counter. Her skin was a map of flushed pink heat, covered in the cooling, glistening evidence of their total dominance. The micro miniskirt was bunched uselessly around her waist, and the sheer white lace bralette was torn down the center, completely exposing her heavy, sensitive breasts to the open air.
She lay there for several long minutes, her fingers weakly curling into the edge of the stone. Every muscle in her thighs and lower abdomen throbbed with a deep, heavy ache. The thick warmth they had
