Panting, Anita pulls back from Jean-Claude's kiss. She vaguely realizes that the energy between the three of them is so very different than the one and only night thus far they'd been together. She'd not given them freedom that night, but tonight... tonight she would.

She turns her eyes to Asher, her skin tingling at his touch, even through clothing. He is just as beautiful as Jean-Claude, just as perfect, and their perfection -- a thing doubled -- frightens her.

But it excites her far more.