Dragging his splayed palms up her ribcage, he nipped at the skin where her neck met her shoulder, drawing a moan from her. “We need to leave before I fuck you on someone’s bathroom counter.”
She wiggled her ass against his growing erection. “If I didn’t think Mandy was standing outside ready to pounce the moment you dropped trou, I’d be game.”
He groaned and dropped his forehead to the back of her head. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“At least you’ll die happy, isn’t that what you said last night?” She reached behind her and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze through his dress pants. “Another reason why you can’t BS me about wearing dirty undies.”
His eyelids flickered closed. “Why’s that?”
She squeezed tighter, leaning back so she spoke close to his ear. “I know you don’t wear any.”
She stepped away from him and moved toward the bathroom door. But he snapped out his hand to stop her, cupping her at the apex of her thighs. She sank against his hand, rubbing as he held her.
She dug her nails into his bicep as he slid his hand up to the band of her jeans, popped the top button, and ran his fingers along the inside of the band.
Her chest lifted and fell with effort, her pulse hammered at the base of her neck, and when she closed her eyes on an inhale, his fingers moved lower.
“Seems I’m not the only one who likes going commando, Miss Morrison.” When his fingers found their target, she sagged against him. “Even in jeans… I like it.”
She fisted his dress shirt as his fingers strummed her clit. His dick yearned to be where his fingers were.
“You two doing okay up there?” Mandy’s voice broke the spell and Molly’s lolled-forward head snapped up with a hiss.
“We’re fine, thanks, Mandy. Just admiring the size of the tub. It would be great for ice baths after games.”
“Oh, absolutely!”
He withdrew his hand from Molly’s pants and sucked his fingers clean without breaking eye contact. “It would also be spacious enough for two people, don’t you think, Doll?”
A shiver rattled up her spine, making her stand upright. She cleared her throat before making her way back through the master bedroom.
“Finny?”
“Yeah, MoMo?”
“Were you serious about fucking me while I fucked someone else?”
Like he needed more fuel to his already stiff-as-a-rod fire in his pants. He blew out a huff of air. “Are you trying to kill me?”
She shook her head, gesturing to the empty bedroom. “Genuinely curious. You said you wanted to settle down. And while I’m not in the lifestyle… I like…” She glanced at the door.
Sweeping her dark waves from her face he nodded. “I’m more than cool with you being sexually adventurous, Molly. Kinks or otherwise. You want to seriously talk about a threesome, then we’ll talk about a threesome.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
She ran a finger along the collar of his shirt. “Do you have any fantasies?” The look she shot him from under her fluttering eyelashes stoked his need to be inside her.
“As a matter of fact, I do.” He stepped toward her. She took a step back.
“Tell me.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He took another step. She walked back again, her back meeting the wall next to the door of the bedroom. He boxed her in, palms flat on the wall on either side of her head.
“I saw you making out with someone in the bar not too long ago.”
She nodded, rolling her lips between her teeth.
