Nina's body was sore in places she hadn't even realized could ache, yet the ache was sweet, a reminder of the unrelenting passion she had shared with him.
Watching Carrie beside her, seeing the way Ross had left her friend trembling and dripping, stirred a strange mixture of envy and excitement within Nina.
Ross's hands moved lazily through their hair, one brushing over Carrie's soft curls, the other running down Nina's back, tracing lines of warmth and lingering lust.
He allowed himself a rare moment of stillness, simply taking in the weight of the two women against him.
The quiet intimacy of the morning was a stark contrast to the storm of the night before, but it was no less intoxicating.
If the night had been an unending wave of lust and domination, this calm after the storm was a balm—a reminder that the pleasure he had given and received had left them bound together in more ways than one.
