When I leaned over to pour more whiskey into Ryan’s glass, Ben’s hand slid up the back of my thigh and gave my bare ass a slow squeeze. His palm was warm and rough.

“Fuck, Mia,” he muttered low so only I could hear. “This ass is gonna look so good bent over for me.”

I almost spilled the whiskey. My pussy clenched hard around nothing and I felt more wetness leak out of me.

Ryan grinned when I came to his side. “You’re shaking a little, Mia. Nervous? Or just excited thinking about which one of us is gonna win first and get to use that pretty mouth?”

I...