Asher shudders, pulling away from Anita's breast just enough that he can see her face as his fingers stroke over her moist folds, slipping slowly between, his thumb rolling over her clit gently.

He loves this, loves the chance to touch Anita when neither of them are under the spell of the ardeur, knowing it's just her. He's aware of Jean-Claude, of course; how could he not be. But it's Anita he's focused on now, Anita that fills him with lust, even if it has no physical result yet.