Chapter 3

Michael’s chuckle was dark, approving, as he stepped back just enough to give himself room, his hand moving to the fly of his trousers.

The sound of his zipper was loud in the quiet of the studio, and my gaze flickered to him, watching as he freed his cock, already hard, already leaking at the tip. He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slowly, his eyes locked on the two of us before him.

Elara’s free hand slid up my body, her fingers tangling in my hair before she ...