I quivered at his touch, wanting more. After a few moments of me rolling my hips to try to find the exact place where I needed him, he looked at me with amusement in his eyes.
Of course he was doing it on purpose. He knew exactly where my clit was. He was teasing me, drawing out the moment before he dove back in and started to devour me.
I gave him a small eye roll, but then they were rolling into the back of my head instead as his tongue drove me higher and higher.
"Just like that," Cass said. "Harlow, touch your breasts."
My gaze shifted from Archer to him. I raised my hands and cupped my breasts. My palms made my nipples harden. The sensation added to my arousal.
"So fucking perfect," Cass whispered. "So fucking ours."
Archer murmured his agreement, the sound coming from the back of his throat. At the same time, his lips smacked wet against me.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I arched my back, pressing my pussy hard against Archer's mouth as I came, riding his face and drawing out the pleasure for as long as I could.
The whole world melted away. Nothing left but heat and bliss. Release leaking from my pussy onto Archer's lips. His tongue working harder to keep me afloat before I finally sank back down to earth.
"I'll never get enough of watching that." Cass blinked a couple of times as if to clear his vision. He seemed to be as lost in the moment as I was. Getting off on my orgasm.
"We should—" I started. I wanted to return the favor. Right here, right now.
"Get ready for tonight," Cass finished for me as Archer pushed himself to his feet. "There's time for more later."
I wanted to feel them inside me, but he was right. I needed to go and get ready for the big opening. When that was done, we'd have a private party.
CHAPTER 4
ARCHER
Statistically speaking, one hundred percent of the time, Harlow took my breath away. Tonight, she sucked the air right out of my lungs, making it almost impossible to breathe.
I was the kind of animal that required oxygen for survival, so I forced myself to inhale and exhale. My eyes never left her.
She wore a backless gown that fell just above her feet. The amount of cleavage she had on display was minimal, but somehow hotter than if she was naked. Black heels made her even taller, and her legs longer than sin. Not that I believed in sin, as such. That is to say, it's a judgement people make. Me, not so much.
"I don't know why you take any weapons with you when you kill people," Boner said, leaning against the back of a chair. "I think I'm dead just looking at you."
His blue-eyed gaze drank her up the same way I was.
Boner's words were more elegant than Cass' response. He stood, gaping, like he'd never seen anyone or anything like her before.
She laughed. "I don't think I'll try it. I have a feeling it won't be effective on anyone but you three."
"Anyone with average eyesight would see how gorgeous you are," I said. "But if you tried to kill with how you look right now? It would be dangerous if they caught you on camera."
"You'd be easily recognizable," Cass agreed. Somehow he managed to oil the hinge in his jaw and get it closed again. Most of the way at least; he was still staring openly.
"You guys look incredible too." She swung her gaze from one of us to the other, taking in our dark suits and ties. Mine brightly colored, the other two more muted, like they didn't want to steal the limelight from her.
That was a first for Boner. He usually enjoyed being the center of attention. Tonight, though, was about Harlow and her new restaurant.
I had to admit, I was looking forward to this. It was the ultimate 'fuck you' to Solomon Danforth for trying to kill us.
He'd surprised Boner and me, and had his minions bind us to a chair. Lucky I had something sharp on me, just in case. I'd freed myself and stabbed Danforth in the groin. I was aiming for slightly to the left, but it was effective in distracting him long enough for us two to get to him.
I won't lie. I was trying to work that into a play somehow, if I could do it without giving us all away. Who doesn't want to watch a play about a heroic playwright who saves his woman and her other boyfriends from certain death? Personally, I'd watch the hell out of that.
"Of course we do," Boner said with his typical cocky grin. "I always knew Cass, Hardbattle, and I would scrub up nice."
