“Whew. Note to self,” Rumi muttered, slouched deep into the couch, voice husky and full of mischief. “Never underestimate what two men, a couch, and zero patience can do to a girl.”
She sat with her legs lazily spread, flushed, glowing, eyes half-lidded and sparkling with smug satisfaction.
“Round three?” she teased, licking a bit of shine from her bottom lip.
They didn’t answer.
She didn’t wait.
She was already tasting.