Nancy's gaze locked onto mine, her lips parted, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid breaths, her fingers twisting in her lap like she was fighting the urge to reach out and touch me.
The scent of her arousal was intoxicating—sweet, musky, and so fucking strong it made my head spin. My cock pulsed in my pants, the wet spot of pre-cum growing, the fabric clinging to my cock like a second skin.
Then the door creaked open.
Emily and Suzy walked back in, their laughter filling the room, but Suzy's eyes locked onto me the second she stepped inside. There was something hungry in her gaze, something that made my balls tighten. She knew. She fucking knew what Freya had planned, and the thought of it had her lips slightly parted, her breath just a little too fast.
