The blonde guy walked over to her, his lips dragged lower, over her collarbone, down to the soft swell of her chest, while the dark-haired man kept her wrists trapped above her head, his mouth devouring hers with merciless hunger. She writhed between them, every nerve lit, every sound caught and swallowed.

Her dress was gone before she realized, tugged down in a frenzy of impatient hands. Rita gasped, the cool air kissing her bare skin before heat pressed against her again—mouths, hands, bodies.

The blond cupped her breast, his thumb circling slowly, deliberately, until her back arched hard into his touch. “God, she’s sensitive,” he muttered, his voice dripping...