Loren smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back. It wasn’t until Rich tensed and groaned in my arms that I realized what Loren was up to. I hadn’t noticed his hand. Or his long fingers probing the muscled globes of Rich’s ass. The sight transfixed me, my lips parting when I felt Jericho’s tongue teasing my nipple as I watched. He wasn’t supposed to be touching me, but at this moment, I could deny him whatever he needed no more than my next breath. I could try, but eventually, inevitably, I’d give in or perish.
