And Arthur. Watching from across the room. She could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical thing.
The silk bunched fast, gathered at her waist with efficiency that came from knowing someone was watching. Caleb’s hands gripped her thighs again, harder now, fingers pressing in deep enough that she’d find the evidence later.
Arthur stood motionless against the bookshelf, watching like this was exactly what he'd come here to see.
Caleb pulled her leg up, positioning her: one foot still on the ground, the other wrapping around his waist. April's hand shot up instinctively, grabbing the shelf above her head for balance. Her other arm wrapped around Caleb's shoulders.
Perched. Exposed. Held in place by geometry, want, and Arthur's steady gaze from across the room.
Her thigh trembled with the effort of staying wrapped around him, cool air hitting her exposed core as Caleb's mouth found her throat, teeth scraping lightly before his tongue soothed the sting. His hand slid up her ribs, thumb brushing just under her breast through the silk.
"You have no idea how hard I am right now," he murmured against her skin. His hips pressed forward, letting her feel the hard line of him grinding against her thigh.
"Feel that? That's what you do to me."
April's fingers dug into his shoulders. Her head tilted back, hitting the shelf with a soft thud she barely felt.
His hand cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the silk until it hardened.
"So fucking perfect. I want to rip this dress off you." His other hand gripped her hip, pulling her tighter against his erection. "Want to see all of you."
His mouth moved to her ear, voice dropping. "I'm going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. And he's going to watch every second of it."
His fingers hooked into the lace of her underwear, and April gasped.
"That's it," Caleb said, approval rough in his voice. " Look at you grinding on my hand. You want him to see how dirty you are." His eyes flicked toward Arthur, then back to her. "Let him hear you. He’s got the best seat in the house.”
April's eyes flew to Arthur.
He was still there. Still watching. Expression unreadable except for the faint tension in his jaw, the way his hands had curled into loose fists at his sides.
He wasn't stopping this.
He was anchoring it.
Caleb’s hand left her and the room went razor-still.
A soft crinkle of foil. The rasp of a wrapper torn open. The quiet click of a bottle cap. The slick slide of preparation.
April's body lit up with embarrassed, thrilled awareness.
Arthur heard everything.
Caleb’s breathing changed, faster, less controlled. She felt the tension in his shoulders under her hands, the urgency in the way his body pressed against hers.
His breath skimmed her throat. “Going to fuck you so good he’ll hear you from across the room.”.
Then the snap of latex—sharp and unmistakable. The last click of a lock.
Oh.
The curve wasn’t subtle. It bent like a question mark drawn freehand.
Caleb caught her looking. Grinned.
"Actor," he said, like that explained it. "I know how to use all my angles."
The wink also wasn't subtle. Neither was the implication.
