She shoots Theo a look, which she hopes is disapproving, but she can feel the blush radiating from her cheeks. It won’t take long—she can feel the orgasm brewing low, a warm rush across her lower back in a low simmer. She wants to fight the reactions, stay still and in control. There’s something arousing about the idea of holding it back, fighting it, making them work to pry her loose. She wants them to earn her, show her how much they want her wanton before them. She takes a shuddering breath.