Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
Her heart was a wild, frantic beat against her ribs.
"Good," Leo said. He walked toward her. He was fully clothed, a stark, powerful figure. He stopped in front of her and ran a finger down her stomach, through the neat strip of her pubic hair, and between her legs. He slid one finger inside her.
"She's soaked," Leo said, not to her, but to Mark.
"Your wife is ready to be fucked."
A low groan came from the window. Anna looked over. Mark had his hand on his cock, rubbing it through his trousers. The sight sent a sharp, dirty thrill through her.