Kate's eyes shutter closed; lips parting, she sighs into Beckett's mouth, lost in lips and tongues and teeth.
Her hand tightens beneath Bill's on Beckett's ass while the other slides up Beckett's stomach, knuckles brushing Bill's torso as she reaches the underside of Beckett's bra.
Fingertip tracing the ring hanging between Beckett's breasts, she's breathing hard when she pulls back just enough to smile, her pupils wide and dark when she opens her eyes.
"Bed," she says, the syllable hardly a whisper against the corner of Beckett's mouth.
Lifting her head takes more effort than it should, but the thrill of want that sings through her veins when she glances at Bill more than makes up for the trouble.
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Her hand tightens beneath Bill's on Beckett's ass while the other slides up Beckett's stomach, knuckles brushing Bill's torso as she reaches the underside of Beckett's bra.
Fingertip tracing the ring hanging between Beckett's breasts, she's breathing hard when she pulls back just enough to smile, her pupils wide and dark when she opens her eyes.
"Bed," she says, the syllable hardly a whisper against the corner of Beckett's mouth.
Lifting her head takes more effort than it should, but the thrill of want that sings through her veins when she glances at Bill more than makes up for the trouble.