She’s sitting in my lap, pulling my hand farther and farther up her thigh.
“You can’t?” I say on a laugh. I haven’t seen anything for years. Not until this past week or so.
She grins at me. “Fine, I can believe it. But youhaveto watch it. And I’m not saying that to torture you. I’m saying it because it’s a masterpiece. But we have to warn Bea. After raising her brothers, that one monologue always makes her completely lose it. Maybe we can show it with a tissue break after the monologue?”
“A masterpiece?”
“Mock all you want. You’ll see.”
“Daphne?”
“Yes, Oliver?”
“I’d rather kiss you than mock you.”
Her smile softens as she lowers her mouth to mine. “Like this?”
I slide my hand the rest of the way up her thigh and dip my thumb under the hem of her jean shorts. “And this,” I murmur against her mouth.
“You have the best job ever.”
I’m smiling as I kiss her and inch my thumb closer and closer to her pussy. She threads her fingers through my hair, her tongue touching mine and sending electric jolts through my body, straight to my cock.
Definitely the best job ever. Probably not a long-term job, or even close to long-term, but for now—for now, it’s awesome.
I’m reaching around her with my other arm to tease her nipple when the door clicks behind us.
“We’re closed,” Daph gasps at the same time I say, “Go ring at the popcorn window.”
“Kissing, ew,” a familiar voice replies.
Daph straightens so fast she almost falls out of my lap. “Margot?”
“Hate to interrupt,” Margot says dryly, “but I need to give both of you a heads-up in a place no one would see me.”
I breathe in deep and tell my cock to stand down while I spin the chair so that we’re looking at Daphne’s sister.
Who’s smirking.
“God, you two are stupidly cute,” she says.
“We know,” Daph replies cheerfully. “We’re annoyingeveryone.”
She slides off my lap and hugs Margot, who squeezes her back tightly, then releases her. “I can’t stay long. Dad thinks I’m on a plane headed to the Caribbean.”
Daphne rolls her eyes at both of us. “What’s with billionaire heirs lying to their parents about where they’re going?”
“Our parents are awful,” I reply.
“Exactly that,” Margot agrees. “Listen, you’re going to hear chatter that I’m having a nervous breakdown over you two getting together. Don’t listen to it. I love you both—in the sibling way, don’t get weird, Oliver, I definitely love you less—but I do love seeing both of you happy, and I’m glad you have each other. But I needed a cover story, and this one’s about as convenient as they come.”
“Cover story for what?” Daphne asks.
“You should sit down.”
Daph lifts her brows. “Seriously?”
“Yes.”
