The afternoon sun warmed the tiles as we lounged by the water. Leo’s hand, resting on my thigh, traced lazy circles. When Jake emerged from the pool, water sluicing down his chest, Leo and I shared a look of pure hunger. We didn’t need words. Jake joined us, his cool skin a shock against the heat, and Leo leaned in to capture my mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. Soon, Jake’s lips were on my neck, his hands exploring, while Leo’s touch grew more demanding. It was a perfect, seamless dance of skin and desire, a connection between the three of us that felt both fated and fiercely urgent under the summer sky.
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