She makes quick work of Asher's shirt, and with Jean-Claude's help, they manage to pull it from his torso. Anita's hands slide up his stomach and chest, her thumbs flicking over his nipples as she takes in the absolute perfection of him.

"I would love to spend hours on you, but I don't think that'll happen tonight. Next time," she whispers, leaning in to lick at the hollow of his throat.