“Come on, Celeste.” Kourtney spins around and pulls me close. “Be real with me. I know you better than anyone in this world. Tell me you don’t find the idea of the three of us hot.” Her hands skate down my spine, settling on the small of my back. “Tell me the real reason you haven’t been able to sleep lately.” She positions her legs on either side of mine, rubbing herself against my thigh like an animal in heat. “Tell me you don’t feel as turned on as I do right now.”
