Chapter 10 “I don’t know what it is,” he whispered. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.” She looked over at Clint and saw a longing in his eyes as he rose from the chair and joined them on the bed. “Clint, we have to—” “Later,” he whispered as his hungry mouth covered hers. As she lay there between them, feeling their hands on her breasts and p***y, she began to writhe beneath their touch. She reached out and ran her fingers along their chests, but when her touch encountered their trousers, she moaned out her dissatisfaction. With jerking movements, she pulled back their shirts that hugged their chests. She couldn’t resist licking and sucking them, drinking in their musky taste. And then she tugged at their trousers, pulling them down along their beautiful, strong legs, all muscled and