Forbidden Affairs
My body melted against his—bare skin to skin, my breasts pressed into his chest, nipples tight with anticipation and nerves.
His hand slid down my spine, gripping my ass, pulling me closer until I could feel his hardness against my stomach.
“You’re not nervous,” he whispered against my lips.
“I’m wet,” I breathed.
He groaned.
Behind me, Mason’s hands slid around my waist, palms wide and hot, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. I gasped into Jace’s mouth when I felt Mason’s lips at my neck, biting, sucking. The contrast made me dizzy—Jace’s playful hunger and Mason’s quiet, dark intensity.