A hand meets mine. Instinctively, I withdraw, but only for a second, and with my next breath, allow the person to weave his calloused fingers with mine. The person shows his eyes, and I try to decipher who they belong to, who it is that slips closer, runs his free hand up my thigh, taking the hem of my dress with it... but I can’t.

I have no idea who touches me.

But I don’t tell them to stop.

My core clenches, a soft tortured sound fighting its way up my throat when a third hand comes around from behind, something cold written along it and burning against my heated skin. He, whoever he is, grips my neck just above my halter line, his lips coming to my ear, but only to allow me the sound of his heady breaths.

The person it belongs to comes up beside me, slipping half in front of me, his belt buckle biting into my hip as something just as solid strains against it.

The hand around my neck slips down, another joining and following the same path up and over the arc of my breast, curving beneath it and meeting in the middle, only to leave my body completely.

Two large palms find my lower back, sliding along the material there, and glide down to my ass.

The pads of his fingers dig in, squeezing once he has a handful, and a short cut groan follows.

My chin lowers as his forehead falls to my abdomen.

Hot, burning breath seeps through my dress and my hands fly forward, gripping on to his cheeks. Right as my fingertips reach the ends of his hair, my arms are yanked away.

They’re lifted high over my head, and my body shivers as the palms snake along the edge of my forearms and biceps.

Locking gazes with mine, the person at my feet holds me hostage as he slowly pushes to his, molding his body to mine, but leaving just enough room for a hand to slip between us.

Two fingers press over my clit, and my ass crowds the groin aligned behind it, a low groan filling the air.

“Yeah.” A low rasp melts against my skin. “She feels it.”

All at once, I’m released, instantly cold, but able to breathe.

I search the room for a hint of a turquoise glow but come up short.

My voice has evaded me, my lungs too busy trying not to shrivel up and die from lack of oxygen, so I simply stand there, my hands finding my hips as sudden exhaustion rolls through me.

Note to self, add in some serious cardio!

I don’t know what comes over me, but a low laugh suddenly creeps up my throat, right as the door’s thrown open.