"So…" he said, his voice dropping even lower, almost a growl, "what are you going to do with this?"
Louisa remained frozen for a long moment. Her mind was clearly racing.
"You… you're serious," she whispered, almost to herself. "You really want… all of us?"
Julian's hand on her hip tightened, pulling her even closer so there was no space left between their bodies.
"Deadly serious," he replied. "I've wanted Olivia for a long time. Vanessa too. And now… I want you as well. All of you. On your knees. On your backs. Begging. Moaning."
Louisa's breath hitched audibly at the bluntness of his words. Her hands, which had been resting on his chest, clenched slightly into the fabric of his shirt. She could feel the hard line of his body against hers, the heat radiating from him and the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing against her stomach.
For a moment, she looked like she might pull away.
...
But she didn't.
