Jade, suddenly lost her usual energy, lying weakly in Marcus's arms, murmuring words he couldn't quite make out. She had forgotten her mission to demand an explanation, forgotten to teach him a lesson. She simply lay against him, absorbing his warmth and his scent.
Marcus was fighting a losing battle against his own body. Jade's developing form was pressed against him, and the urge to groan was almost overwhelming, but his rational mind screamed that he absolutely could not. He fumbled, trying to find leverage to stand up, but his hand encountered another warm, full sensation.
He had touched her again. He looked back and realized that in his panicked fumbling, his large hand had landed squarely on the full, firm breast of Crystal, the woman lying beside him.
