Kate's breath shudders against Beckett's temple as she passes her palms over Beckett's nipples, dragging her mouth to Beckett's cheek, her jawline, and then her neck while Beckett and Bill kiss.

She's burning up, her skin so hot that goosebumps rise on her forearm when she trails one hand down Beckett's stomach, dipping lower, until the tip of her middle finger brushes Beckett's clit. Her hand between their bodies, she can feel Bill move into Beckett, feel Beckett move against Bill, and she can't stifle a groan into Beckett's nape.

Her other hand shifts from Beckett's breast to Bill's chest, her nails curling into his sweat-damp skin below his collarbone.