“Which part?”
He smirks against my skin, stubble scraping my collarbone. “The part where you’re still close.”
He continues to kiss his way toward my breast. His tongue flicks my nipple with his, and it shoots straight to my core.
“I really like this.” His mouth covers my nipple, and I gasp.
The moment is short-lived. A knock on the door slices through our space.
Not just a knock.
A rap.
Sharp.
Authoritative.
Followed by the sweet elderly voice of one of our hostesses.
“Hello, dears!” Faye’s voice is muffled, but clear.
“Just checking in to see if you need anything. Open up.”
Chapter Eleven
CASH
OPEN UP?
Are they serious?
Shay shoves my chest hard, palms flat, and panic flashing across her face. “If she opens that door—”
“She’s not going to open the door.” I don’t believe it myself, but my hands tighten on her hips anyway, locking her in place.
I’m not letting her go anywhere. Not when her lips are swollen from kissing, her cheeks flushed, and her hair a wild mess from where my hands tangled in it.
She looks thoroughly fucked, and goddamn, it’s a good look on her.
“Dearies, everything alright in there?”
“Dearies?” Shay mouths, eyes going wide, then hisses at me. “Do they know you’re in here?”
I smirk. My thumb drags slowly across her bottom lip. She parts them slightly, breath catching. Then her tongue slides out and licks the path I left. Unthinking. Automatic.
