Chase chuckles. “Only when forced.”
“It must have been terrible. Having someone manhandle you into a costume and drag you here just to leave you all alone.”
“It was. I feel so unappreciated.” He sighs dramatically.
“I think we can fix that.” I nip the base of his neck, then kiss up to his ear. “Are you so miserable?”
“Not when I get to watch you dance.” He rubs over my back. “But what kind of crazy boyfriend would let you out of the house dressed like this?”
“They wouldn’t have ... except I put on bloomers to hide my ass.”
Chase guides my chin up. “Shame, I bet it’s a nice ass.”
“It currently has a bite mark on it ... so you should tell me.”
He grins. “Looks good and tastes good.”
I pull him to the dance floor. Chase tugs me against him. “You shouldn’t flirt with death, baby doll.”
“You’re right.” I grind against him. “I should just be open and honest.”
He groans as I keep rolling my ass against him. I wrap my arm around his neck and lean back so he can see down my top. It takes Chase half the song to answer me, until I’m riding his thigh, rubbing myself on him shamelessly.
“How honest?”
I tug him down to me. “I shouldn’t flirt. I should just tell you I love you.”
He grabs the back of my neck and kisses me hard, not caring who sees, what they see, or what they think. I whimper and hold onto his cloak so my legs don’t give out.
I jump when hands that aren’t Chase’s slide over my waist and then up my sides. Chase draws back and kisses my forehead. “Running from your adoring crowd, Hunter?”
“Making a point.” He kisses up my throat before licking along my jaw. “And our girlfriend just looks so delicious.”
“At least I’m not the only one who’s still horny.” I pant.
The three of us dance together. Hunter and Chase take turns kissing me until they toss me to Lief. Lief spins me in a fast circle under his arm before jerking me against his hard chest. I stroke over his muscular arms. “Your arms ... it’s a sin to cover them, Viking.”
“I thought it was frowned upon for butlers and maids to get involved,” He whispers in my ear.
“I don’t think our master's mind.” I keep stroking his arms. “In fact, I think it might turn them on. They’re kinky bastards.”
Lief chuckles. “You don’t have to work so hard to convince me.”
“I don’t?”
“I couldn’t keep my hands off you if I tried.” He grips my ass to prove it.
“So forward.” I purr even as I wrap a leg around his hip. “What if they threatened to beat you for touching me?”
“Worth it.”
“If they paid you to stay away?” I ask while grinding against him.
“Not enough money in the world to keep me away.” Lief’s nose brushes mine. “I want you forever, Valerie. I refuse to settle for less.”
“I thought we were just teasing.”
Lief lets go of my ass, then takes my hand. He leads me out the back and motions to the wall as I shiver. “It’s cold Lief.”