His pace increased. The rhythm turned rougher, less controlled. His hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise, fingers digging in like he needed the anchor.
His mouth found her ear, breath coming in harsh pants. "You like him watching, don't you?" Caleb's voice was completely wrecked now, the smooth TV-star charm obliterated. " Like knowing he can see how dirty you are. How much you want this."
April whimpered. An embarrassing, needy sound that echoed off the leather-bound spines.
Caleb groaned. “God, that sound. Make it again. I want him to hear you fall apart.”
He shifted his angle, grinding deeper, and April’s whole body arched. Her head struck the shelf behind her.
"That's it. Let go for me. Let him see you come. Show him what a naughty thing you are." His hand slid between them, wedging into the tight space where their bodies joined. "Want to feel you squeeze me when you break."
His fingers found her clit, slick from her arousal, and pressed down in tight circles. The added sensation was too much.
April's orgasm was sudden, total, obliterating thought. Every muscle in her body locked, then released and surged toward the edge. Just movement. Just want. Her pussy clenched aroundCaleb's cock, pulsing, squeezing, trying to pull him deeper even though there was nowhere left to go.
A cry ripped from her throat, the kind that would get them kicked out of anywhere with standards.
“Fuck, yes,” Caleb groaned, his hips stuttering. “Just like that. Keep coming. I can feel you—so tight—fuck—"
Through it all, she held Arthur's gaze.
He watched her come apart.
His jaw was tight.
His hands braced on his thighs.
Restrained. Deliberately.
His mouth curved. She clenched harder.
“I'm—" Caleb's voice broke. His rhythm shattered completely, turning desperate and uncoordinated. “April, I'm—"
He thrust deep one last time and went rigid, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as he came with a groan that sounded like it had been dragged from somewhere deep in his chest. She felt him pulsing inside her, felt the way his whole body shuddered with it, felt his fingers dig into her hip hard enough to leave marks.
Caleb withdrew. The drag of him leaving her body pulled a gasp from her. He steadied her when her lifted leg wavered. Her foot found the floor. Her palm slid off the shelf, skin tender from polished wood.
The emerald silk slipped back down her thighs in a soft whisper.
She didn’t move.
Not yet.
Arthur
ARTHUR'S ALREADY PUSHING off the bookshelf, his footsteps deliberate across the floor.
Caleb steps back without needing to be asked, making space.
Arthur reaches her, his hand sliding under her chin to tilt her face toward the light. Swollen lips. Blown pupils. Heat still rising under her skin. His thumb brushes along her jawline once.
There's one of the leather chairs nearby. Arthur sits first, then guides April down onto his lap.
She fits.
Everything about the way she settles against him feels right.
Her body registers him and she chooses to rest there. Letting herself be held without surrendering anything. She’s choosing him for this moment.
