Kerr would probably laugh, and then do something super territorial like bend me over and fuck me right here, snarling at anyone who isn’t O’Dell or Dem the entire time.
Yeah, best not to tempt my men.
Dem moves behind me, lifting my hair off the back of my neck. He blows cool air against my skin, and them kisses me gently. “Are you ready to get out of here?”
“I’m having a good time.” I whisper.
“Liar.” He chuckles.
“I like Epi and Leti.”
He presses his lips against my neck again. “Yeah, they’ve already scheduled lunch for next week.”
“Really?”
“Word is Epi is pretty pushy and used to getting her way—but she means well.”
“Some might say I’m pushy and intent on getting my way.” I suck in my breath as he wraps his hand around my waist and grinds his cock against my ass.
“Yeah, that’s what we love about you.” He growls in my ear.
I’ve noticed the love word sneaking into our conversations more and more lately. For me, it’s perfect. We say it without making a thing out of it.
I love this. I love that. I love you.
And I do. My heart is so full—I had no idea I could wake up this happy every day and fall asleep so sated every night.
O’Dell moves to my side, leaning in to grumble at both of us. “Are we ready to go upstairs?”
“I think everyone is thinking the same thing.” Dem says.
O’Dell slyly slides his hand between me and Dem’s body, his fingers going directly to the plug in my ass. He taps it again, murmuring in my ear. “Just knowing this is here waiting for me has me so fucking hard right now.”
My eyes grow wide, heat flooding my pussy as my gaze darts around the room. If anyone is paying attention, they hide it well. Also, with the way Epi and Leti’s men are hovering around them, something tells me they’re also itching to get to their own rooms. “Let’s get out of here.”
Before we can move toward the doors, Victor walks up and offers me his hand with Kerr at his side. “The woman with the beautiful right hook. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Thanks for not turning me into the Feds for blowing up the house.”
He shrugs. “We take care of our own.”
I wasn’t yoursis on the tip of my tongue, but I already know how my men will react to that comment—similar to how they responded when they said something similar—so I tamp it down and smile instead. “Well, thank you anyway.”
“I think this party is winding down, but I wanted to introduce myself and say goodnight before I missed you. I hope to see you at future events.”
“You will.” O’Dell says for me.
Victor smiles, nods, and turns away.
Kerr leans forward and kisses me hard, pulling me away from Dem and O’Dell into his arms. He’s not sly like the others, he’s brazen and territorial and possessive, and I melt into his embrace. Before I can think about it, I’m throwing my arms around his neck, being held up only by his muscular arms.
Kerr flashes me a knowing cock of his brow. “Ready to go?”
“More than ready.”
“Good, because I’m hungry and ready to drizzle caramel sauce all over you.”
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