I sighed. It wasn’t as if I knew where to look for the scroll, so any direction brought me past areas I would need to check anyway. “We can’t get too crazy tonight. I mean it. I have to come in early tomorrow.”
“Amy’s fault, I assume?” He snickered.
“Who else’s?” I continued scanning for the scroll. She might have left it anywhere.
“We can maybe be a little reserved,” Merry said, “but the place I’m taking you to makes the best sage and honey margaritas of your life.”
“Mm, that sounds so good…”
“Not as good as your lips are going to taste after drinking it.”
“Wait a minute…” I realized Merry was dragging me deeper into the exhibit, and I had no idea why. “Where are you taking me?”
“What? You look really good against all this gold and bronze and pops of color.”
“Yeah…?”
“And what is this?” Merry knocked on the pop door in the wall that was only visible as an outline since you had to push it to get it to pop open, allowing it to then swing inward. We locked those usually, but not while finalizing an installation.
I narrowed my eyes at him, knowing he was fully aware of what those outlines meant. “Mer, you know it’s just a—ah!”
Merry opened the door, yanked me inside, closed it behind us, and slammed me up against it.
“Closet,” I finished, sounding as annoyed as I could manage, while also flustered.
“Mmhm…” Merry purred like when he’d snuck up behind me. “Whatever will we do in here?”
“Mer—”
He claimed a kiss, and I could do nothing but laugh into it, eventually relaxing and letting him press me tighter against the door. There wasn’t exactly much space in here, but there weren’t too many things we could mess with. No matter how much we planned an installation, there were always some things that didn’t work right, but before we completely trashed them, we would store the excess fabrications in one of the pop closets for easy access.
I was certain Amy had meant to do something with that 1:2 scale sarcophagus leaning against the wall, but it was hard to remember with Merry’s tongue delving for my tonsils, and his thighs slotting around mine. He gave a little buck against myhip, and I felt myself instantly harden. He was far too good at doing that to me.
“Mer—” I tried again, but he cut off my protest with another kiss.
The closet was a tight space even with few things being stored in here right now, enough that over-the-clothes grinding meant getting overheated and sweaty very quickly. But damn, he felt so good with all his thick, hard muscles currently hidden beneath his blazer. He was a dancer, after all, and had the body to prove it.
He was also bordering on popping off my top shirt button in his haste to suck my neck, molding against me and practically humping my leg. Our movements kept jostling the door too, making it thud, thud,thud—
“Nero, are you in there?”
Shit! Setterfield!
I sucked in a breath as my cock gave another impatient jump, and it was all I could do not to moan.
Merry’s muffled laughter against my neck did not help!
“Um, just organizing the closet as a surprise for Amy, Mr. Setterfield! She installed my Ennead fabrication so well, I felt like I owed her one.”
He tried opening the door, but as soon as it pushed against us, Merry and I pushed back, clicking the door into place again.
“Sorry!” I called. “Uh… one of the larger pieces is in front of the door, so I can’t come out right now. If you need me for something, it should just be a few minutes.”
Please don’t need me.
Please don’t need me.
“I don’t need anything,” he said.
