Chapter 162

"Sometimes," she said. "But maybe you can give me a little action if watching isn't enough."

"Let's go," I said.

I picked up two glasses of Champagne as we walked toward the rear of the first floor and the master bedroom. The double doors were mostly closed but not latched. Instinctively, we approached cautiously and quietly. I glanced at Cassandra and saw goosebumps on her skin and her crinkling, hard nipples. Her eyes, liquid pools of brown, caught mine, and we exchanged a grin like teenagers sneaking out of the house. And that's when we heard it.

"Mark me, goddammit!" cried Jess. "Don't be a pussy! Harder!"

I caught the distinctive sound of leather on flesh, and Cassandra grabbed my wrist briefly when she heard it crack, almost forcing me to spill some of the Champagne. The "extra king" bed, as we called the custom-built bed for three we had built, was directly in front of the