Her gaze flicks to Luke’s before she goes back to the textbook. Maybe we should give her some time off from us. Or maybe we need time away from her to get ourselves under control.
I focus on the problem, and we work through the set, which gives me time to calm my libido. Harper glances at me shyly occasionally. How long will it take for us to work those nerves and embarrassment out of her?
“Done.” Luke closes his laptop and sits back in his chair like a king. His hot gaze tracks Harper.
“Not possible.” Her lips pinch together as she shuffles her papers. “I haven’t even started the reading yet.”
Luke strokes his finger beside his lip. “I didn’t spend time in the bathroom.”
Eli chuckles softly, even when she throws him a glare.
“Time to pay up, princess.” Luke leans forward on the table.
Harper presses her lips together. I can see the wheels turning in her head, trying to find a way out of going down on Luke in a public restroom. Nico lifts his head from his computer and pulls out his headphones.
“What’s going on?” Nico glances around the table.
“Harper lost.” Luke stands. “And now she needs to pay up.”
She leans across the table and whispers, “I’m not kneeling on that bathroom floor.”
“You agreed to our deal, princess.” Luke leans over the table, hovering above her. “Obviously you’re not shy about public spaces.”
Her eyes dart to Eli, but her cheeks flush red. “That was a punishment.”
“So is this.” Luke straightens. “Unless you want to go back to me finger fucking youat this table.”
A guy at the table next to us snickers. This isn’t like our private games, but she had to know this was coming. She’s lucky Luke doesn’t have her get on her knees right here.
He leans in again. “Maybe I’ll be a gentleman and let you use my shirt to kneel on.”
His gaze drops to the shirt she’s wearing.
Her dark eyes narrow. Her fingers dig into her shirt. “Whatever.”
Standing, she stomps to the bathroom, calling over her shoulder. “Let’s get it over with.”
The table of guys makes a long, drawn outoohlike Luke’s in for it.
Pretty sure Luke isn’t the one in for it as he presses his lips into a thin line and follows her.
Yeah, this could be bad. I hurry after them. Before Luke can close the door, I sneak past him. Luke raises an eyebrow as the door closes. I step closer to Harper, whose chest rises and falls with each angry breath.
Leaving angry Luke and angry Harper together is a recipe for disaster.
“You gonna lock it, or do you want an audience?” I jerk my head toward the door. “Well, except for me, but I’m the good kind of audience. I’m all for audience participation.”
“You want to watch? Watch.” Luke closes the distance between him and Harper.
Her chin tips up defiantly. “I’m not taking off this shirt.”
“No?” He takes ahold of the back of her neck and draws her against him. She sucks in her breath as her hands come up to rest on his chest. He lowers his mouth to hover over hers. “What did Eli do?”
“Uh…” She glances toward me before swallowing.
He pops her jeans button and pulls down the zipper. She tries to back away, but he holds her fast. His hand slides into the front of her jeans, and she gasps as her hands grab his shoulders.
“He fucked you, princess.” Luke’s eyes burn as his hand shifts in her pants.
