Ross groaned, his grip tightening in Nina's hair even as his other hand slid down to entwine with Carrie's.
Her tongue was eager, swirling and stroking with shameless enthusiasm.
She licked and sucked as though she had been starving for this, and the wet sounds of her mouth filled the room.
Nina broke the kiss, her breath ragged.
She looked down, her cheeks flushed with both lust and irritation.
"You sneaky little vixen," she muttered, but her own competitiveness blazed stronger.
Not to be outdone, she tugged at Ross's shirt, pulling it open to reveal his sculpted chest.
She bent low, trailing hot kisses down his throat, across his collarbone, until she reached his chest.
She claimed one nipple between her lips, sucking hard as her hand slid lower, stroking his abs possessively.
Ross tilted his head back, savoring the war that was playing out on his body.
