The air had grown thick with quiet tension and something far more primal.
The girl on his lap, soft-skinned, fragrant, and already flushed leaned in again, this time without teasing. Her lips brushed his once more, slower, warmer, lingering just long enough for her breath to mingle with his. The two sisters on either side of him shifted closer, their hands beginning to explore with practiced ease: one tracing the line of his jaw, the other sliding beneath the edge of his robe.
Tyler's hands settled on the slim waist of the girl straddling him. He could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric, the subtle shift of her hips as she settled more firmly against him.
The eldest sister on his right continued with a soft laugh, already working the ties of his outer robe loose, "Mm. Unless you'd rather we simply… take what we want and leave you wondering."
