“So?”
I slip the rest of my finger into him. “It might cause a diplomatic incident if I start hitting people at a royal ball.”
“And what if they’ll flirt with you?”
“It will be up to you to stop them.”
“I’ll tell them you have lice.”
I crane my finger inside him, making him gasp. “That’s a cheap tactic for someone in your status.”
“Whatever works.” He clears his throat, tension growing in his shoulders. “I won’t flirt with anyone. I’m spoken for, aren’t I?”
I freeze under the weight of his question, realizing what it is he’s asking me. It’s crucial for me to be honest, but there’s only one answer I feel right saying. “Damn right you are.”
“Really?”
I slip my finger out and turn him to face me. “Really. We’ll talk about the technical details later.”
“Like what?”
“Like how I’ll be taking on more work at HQ instead of field work.” I don’t know if the general will agree, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
“It might not make you happy.”
“I’m allowed to decide what makes me happy. If you’re worried, I can think of ways for you to help. I just hope you’re flexible enough.”
“You know I am.” Finn nudges me until my back presses against the tiles. “You’re hard.”
“And you’re perceptive. Help me out?”
“Sure.” He takes a step back and starts to soap himself, slowly rubbing every piece of skin.
“Bastard.” I stroke myself as I watch, taking in the sight of his delicate fingers sliding up and down his body. He plays on my desire until I can’t hold it any longer and come on the floor.
Finn turns off the water. “Now we can party.”
*
We make our way down the long hallway leading to the ballroom, where I can already hear music playing.
“I’m excited,” Trey says next to me. He has his rifle strapped to his back, as do Josh and I. Fancy ball or not, we’re not letting our guard down. “I can have a few drinks, right?” he asks me.
“You know your limit. Don’t get anywhere close to it.”
“Roger that, Captain.”
“If there are going to be any more diplomatic discussions this evening, I’d appreciate being included,” Otto tells Finn.
“You saw that the king asked to speak with me yesterday. I didn’t try to keep you out of this.”
“Well, maybe if I was there—”
“—he would’ve offered us his unconstitutional support? Sure.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sure you did your best.”
“There you are!” Remy walks toward us, wearing elegant black clothes. “The king has been expecting his guests of honor.”
