Scar laughed darkly in his ear. “You ready to go?”
“I’m ready for you.”
Scar hummed a delicious sound.
“I’m gonna’ make love to you all night, in the morning, the next day, and the next day after that.”
Scar sealed each declaration with a heated kiss on his neck.
Gage leaned into it, helpless to Scar’s affection.
“Let’s go.”
Gage swallowed. “I might need a few minutes before I can stand up.”
“You hard for me?” Scar bit his earlobe.
“Yes,” he breathed.
Gage struggled to hold in his gasp when Scar’s hand disappeared beneath the table and grazed his hard knuckles over his length.
Mmm. Oh my god.
While their team and friends were engrossed in conversations and jokes, the chatter and pulsing music masked their naughty behavior.
He was glad he had his dark glasses on so no one could see his eyes fluttering behind them.
He fought to keep his expression neutral, pressing his lips into a thin line. Scar ducked his head, making his soft hair fall over them like a curtain before he dragged his tongue along the column of his throat.
His husband kept his touch agonizingly light, tracing patterns against his bulge with his fingertips. He was teasing him senseless, refusing to give him any real pressure.
“You’re so cruel,” he said in a shaky whisper.
His desperate efforts to stifle his moans made the passion more erotic. He tensed his thighs, fighting not to thrust upward.
“More,” he pleaded, keeping his begging below the sound of the music.
Scar curved his lips against his throat. “I’m gonna’ give you more than you can handle.”
“You talk a good game,” he shot back, hoping it’d make Scar act.
He licked and bit at the shell of his ear until Gage let out a quiet, strained chuckle.
“I’ll never be able to stand to go upstairs if you don’t stop.”
Scar laughed, warm and rough.
Heels clicked across the mahogany deck—expensive stiletto heels.
Gage recognized Jo’s power walk.
He felt her solemn presence—and the force of the team that surrounded her—before she reached the table.
A hush fell over the courtyard, starting at their end and rolling inward like a cresting wave.
Jo motioned for the DJ to cut the music.
“I know this is the worst timing possible,” she sighed, her voice sorrowful and resolute at the same time. “But I need all ofyou in the War Room now. A situation has come up that requires immediate action.”
