“Everywhere I look, it’s an orgy about to happen,” Riley whispered.
“Let’s take this birthday celebration upstairs, and I’ll give you a full-body massage followed by shower sex, staircase sex, dining-room sex, and then I’ll play with your hair until we’re ready for front-porch sex,” Nick suggested.
His hands were roaming her shoulders, thumbs digging into the tense muscles.
“What do we do?” Sesame asked, batting Tommy away.
Brian and Josie reappeared with messy hair and satisfied smirks on their faces. She hopped off his lap and gave him a parting kiss before he headed into Nick’s office.
Riley waved her over.
“Great party,” Josie said smugly.
Riley turned to face Nick and squished his face between her hands. “We need to get Sesame and Tommy somewhere safe now.”
“I hear you, Thorn. Loud and clear. But all I want to do is go down on y—”
She clamped a hand over his mouth and turned to Sesame. “We need to take care of this. Now.”
“By my calculations, the side effect should be kicking in any minute now,” Sesame warned. “And when it does, all hell will break loose.”
“Damn it,” Riley muttered under her breath as she scanned the room. Her gaze landed on Nick’s office door, and she grinned. “I have an idea. Huddle up, ladies.”
Riley, Sesame, Josie, and Jasmine formed a circle.
“The guys are of no use to us until they get some blood back in their heads, right?” Josie began.
Sesame nodded. “Right. And that will take between thirty to forty-five more minutes.”
“So we have no choice but to lock them up, hide Sesame and Tommy, arm ourselves with some weapons, and find these assholes ourselves.”
“It shouldn’t be hard to pick the bad guys out of the crowd,” Jasmine said. “They’ll be the only ones not dry humping someone else.”
“Excellent observation,” Riley said.
“I’m done hiding,” Sesame said fiercely. “They came aftermyhusband. They’re ruining the respectable cartel that I built from scratch. I’m not going to run away and hide again while you guys are stuck cleaning up my mess.”
“Sesame, that Gunther guy looked like he was seven feet tall,” Riley pointed out. “Defending yourself against an attack is a lot different than negotiating a business deal.”
“I have a second-degree red belt in Taekwondo,” she said. “And my screams have been known to puncture ear drums.”
Josie nodded. “Respect. Good enough for me.”
“I’m wearing my stabbiest boots,” Jasmine said.
Josie looked at Riley. “You in?”
“They ruined my boyfriend’s surprise party and made me pick up a severed finger,” Riley said. “They’re going down.”
“Looks like these sons of bitches messed with the wrong Dolly Partons,” Josie observed.
38
6:31 p.m., Wednesday, October 30
Riley looped her arms around Nick’s neck and cuddled her hips against his erection. She fluttered her eyelashes rapidly. “Meet me in your office, and I’ll make all your birthday wishes come true.”
“Now?” he asked, his voice as rough as gravel.
