"Hardwick," he corrected.
I flapped a hand at him. "Whatever. Are you going to come over and eat?" When he took a couple of steps forward, I raised a finger. "Uh-uh, no hands."
He quirked an eyebrow at me, but bent at the waist and lowered his mouth to pick up one of the hors d'oeuvres from Harlow's stomach.
She wriggled. "That tickles," she protested, but she didn't pull away. She lay still and let me run my tongue around one of the hors d'oeuvres on her thigh before pulling it into my mouth and chewing.
"That is delicious," I said. "You and the food."
Archer murmured his agreement while he chewed and swallowed. "I think I should eat all my meals from her body."
"I might have missed my calling," she said. "I should have been a plate, not a chef."
"Oh, you should definitely be a chef," I said. "Plate can be your side hustle."
"Great, I've always wanted to be a side plate," she said with a laugh.
"You're not a side plate, you're a silver platter." Archer leaned down again to run his tongue around one of her nipples, down between her breasts and gripped the slider there with his lips.
I won't lie, watching that was fucking hot.
Speaking of fucking hot, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and turned as Cass stepped into the office.
"Just in time for a midnight snack." I gestured toward Harlow, indicating for him to help himself.
Eyes wide with anticipation, he didn't hesitate to step over and place his hands behind his back. He leaned over toward her thigh, but instead of picking up the hors d'oeuvre, he gripped the waistband of her panties between his teeth and pulled them down, exposing her slick pussy. When the black lace reached the vol au vent, he gobbled it down to get it out of the way. Swallowing, he started on her panties again, tugging them down her legs before opening his teeth and and letting them drop to the floor.
"So fucking gorgeous," I whispered.
"Ours," Cass said, just as soft but firm. He nudged her thighs open with his cheeks and lapped at her pussy, his hands still behind his back.
"Yours," she whispered back, the word ending on a groan as his wet tongue stroked her clit.
While he worked her with his mouth, I ate the last slider from her stomach, my head turned towards Cass. Between the wet sound of his mouth and the scent of her arousal, I was hard as a rock.
CHAPTER 13
HARLOW
Igripped the sides of the desk, clinging to the wood while Cass devoured me.
Archer and Boner's eyes were on me, like I was the most beautiful thing they'd ever seen. Every roll of my hips, every jiggle of my breasts, they watched. The tents in the front of their pants growing as they did.
"I have something for you," Archer said, leaning over to whisper in my ear. From a pocket tucked away inside his suit, he pulled a knife. "I know how much you like these."
"I do," I said breathlessly. Knives were beautiful and useful. When he pressed the tip of this one to my throat, I almost came then and there.
"Don't come yet," Boner whispered.
"Keep nice and still so I don't draw too much blood." Archer pressed the blade in slightly harder.
A small pinch and the trickle of warmth slid down the side of my neck. Not enough to scare me. Definitely enough to make me buck against Cass' tongue while trying to keep my upper body still.
"That's hot," Boner said. He traced circles around my nipple with his tongue before drawing it between his lips and sucking.
I moaned softly.
Archer moved the blade down to my chest, just above my heart. Brow creased in concentration, he made another nick. Another trickle of blood wandered down my skin.
