Gianna’s POV

I heard them earlier—Asher and Tara—and ever since Tara arrived, I've been eavesdropping on them, making love. The bathroom door hadn’t been locked properly, and the sounds were carried across the rooms like they didn’t care who listened. Her moans were soft at first, then sharp and desperate. His grunts were low and possessive, like he was finally reclaiming her after being away for a long time.

I stood in my doorway the whole time, my fingers pressed between my thighs, rubbing slow circles over my clit through the lace. I came quietly, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood while they fucked like the world ended...