Once they have food on their plates, most of the teasing subsides. Nick grabs his stuff to go since there’s an issue he has to take care of at work. He kisses my cheek and winks at me before heading out. I make a plate for myself, and Roman pulls me onto his lap, so I eat there.
“And what are we doing with the asshole at work?” He asks.
“I told you unless his work suffers, he’s fine. We can’t fire everyone who knows.” I roll my eyes before stabbing a pancake.”
“You could work from home.” Gunner offers.
I arch an eyebrow, circling back to the housewife conversation. Gunner holds up his hands, then catches my chin. “I mean as the badass office woman you are, sweets.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Holden works from home. You could come into the office twice a week just to double-check things, and that might be a better balance for now if you’re uncomfortable.” He murmurs, searching my eyes before kissing me hungrily.
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, and he groans, but Roman’s fingers push the skirt of my dress up to slide up my thigh. I squirm and gasp, trying to hold my own between the two of them.
Clearing my throat, I nod. “I’ll consider it.”
“Good.” Roman teases me, stroking my slit through my panties. “We want what’s best for you.”
“Might make us more productive too.” Gunner teases, blatantly eye-fucking me. “You are the best distraction I’ve ever had.”
“You and your sweet talk.” I tease. “Finish your pancakes.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As he moves back, I swear I see a shadow across the hall. I stretch to look. “Holden?”
No answer. Roman rubs over my belly. “What is it, Bambina?”
“I thought I saw something. I guess it was just my eyes playing tricks on me.” I shrug and take another bite from my pancakes.
It doesn’t change the sudden stone in my stomach. It’s fun playing around in public areas around the house, but … no. Mom’s not up this early. She never gets up before eight, and it’s not even seven yet.
Gunner goes for the scotch, and I point at him. “Hey. No drinking and driving.”
“Ooh, someone’s got orders today.” He pinches my cheeks and kisses me until I’m dizzy and rubbing myself against Roman, who is more than happy to keep teasing me.
His fingers pushing under my underwear to stroke my clit are much more convincing than that little voice in my head that remembers those drug and alcohol classes we took as kids.
“A glass of alcohol for me is like … a can of energy drink to most people. But, I’ve got a car waiting for me out front sweets. Not worth it to drink and drive with so many options available,” He winks.
Roman nods then kisses my neck. “It’s cute that you worry about us.”
“I’d rather not worry.” I point out.
“I know, sweets. I know you like me in one piece.” He pushes my hair from my eyes, then kisses me again before walking out. Then I hear him clear his voice. “Diana! I didn’t know you were up.”
“Fuck.” I gasp.