I leaned forward, still catching my breath from the wild ride, my hands cupping Clara's flushed cheeks. Her skin was warm, her eyes wide and nervous but sparkling with something else—excitement, maybe, or just the rush of being caught up in this moment. "Now that you've tasted both of us," I said, my voice low and teasing, "what do you want to do next?"
Elizabeth slid off the bed and moved behind Clara, her naked body moving with that confident, predatory grace. "Ezra, why are you even asking her?" she said, her tone playful but edged with that commanding heat. She rested her hands on Clara's shoulders, her fingers brushing the straps of her maid outfit. "She's here to have fun with us, right, Clara?"
