We barely made it inside.

The walk from the pool to the living room was a haze of wet skin, lingering touches, and stolen kisses. Marcus’s hand stayed on my lower back, his fingers occasionally slipping lower to brush the curve of my ass. Lila walked on my other side, her arm around my waist, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip. Every touch sent sparks through me, my body still buzzing from the orgasm in the pool. The cool night air on my wet skin made my nipples ache, and the slickness between my legs was impossible to ignore — a constant, warm reminder of how badly I...