RETT POV
The sunlight slipped across her bare thighs like it had a right to be there.
She lay sprawled across our bed, flushed and perfect, a goddess in mortal skin—and f**k me if my hands weren’t already twitching with the need to mark every inch of her. She was ours. Every sigh, every shiver, every messy moan—ours.
Mine.
I sat back on my heels between her legs, my palms dragging up the soft skin of her inner thighs while Robert kissed the breath from her mouth. She whimpered into him, hips already lifting, already searching—and she didn’t even know what for yet.
“You’re needy this morning,” I murmured, low and approving, watching her writhe under my touch. “Didn’t even make it to lunch, did we?”
She turned her face toward me, lips kiss-swollen, eyes dark and desperate. “Please…”
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