Martin repeated the same stroke, and Katherine's voice rose through the quiet penthouse.
She reached blindly toward Cassandra. "Don't sit there looking so composed. I could use your hands."
Cassandra accepted the hand Katherine offered, only to be pulled closer. Their mouths met above the cushion. Surprise held Cassandra still for a heartbeat, but she soon returned the kiss, sliding one hand into Katherine's curls while the other cupped her breast.
Katherine moaned against her lips, and Martin felt the sound in the sudden clench around his cock.
Cassandra rolled the stiff nipple between her fingers. "You told him not to be gentle."
"I didn't give you the same instruction."
"You asked for my hands. You should have been more specific."
