Tate’s mouth brushes my ear. “Then we better not waste any.”
I should protest. Remind them both they have to go to work and that Cassie is showing up in less than—shit, twenty minutes?But then Carter slides both hands up my bare thighs and all my good intentions dissolve.
“Look at her,” Tate groans. “She’s wet, isn’t she?”
Carter nods, his hands trembling slightly as he pushes the hoodie higher, exposing the thin strip of lace beneath. “She’s soaked.”
My breath hitches as his fingers hook in the waistband and slowly tug it down, his knuckles brushing the inside of my thighs, making me shiver. He presses a kiss to my knee, then higher. Then again, to the soft crease where my leg meets my hip. His voice is breathless. “We’re gonna be so late.”
Tate crouches behind me now, his chest pressed to my back, his hand spreading over my stomach, keeping me still as Carter finally dips forward and presses his lips against my clit.
I gasp and Carter moans in response. “Fuck, baby…”
Tate tightens his grip. “Don’t let her come.”
Carter lifts his head, dazed. “What?”
I whimper, caught between a groan and a sob. “Tate—”
“Not yet.” He nips at my shoulder. “We’re already running late, pretty girl. Don’t you want a reason for us to rush back home later?”
Carter makes a wounded noise. “You’re evil.” His mouth returns to me, softer this time, teasing. His tongue circles my clit once then disappears again like he’s deliberately punishing me for Tate’s order.
I grab the hem of the hoodie, fists clenching it tight.
Tate’s fingers slide up between my legs to replace him, rubbing me in slow, tight circles that make my knees tremble. “Don’t come,” he warns. “Hold it.”
Carter kisses the inside of my thigh. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
I nod, blinking hard.
And then Tate pulls away. Carter does too. I nearly fall forward, my body jerking with the loss of contact.
“What the actual fuck—”
Tate shrugs. “Cassie’s gonna be here in ten.”
I spin around glaring. “You two are demons.”
Carter grins, almost looking like he wants to apologize but won’t. “You started it.”
“Finish setting up your desk, pretty girl.”
“Are you serious?”
Carter chuckles and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “Think of it as… motivation.”
I stay kneeling on the rug for a moment too long after they leave. Motivation, my ass. They’re gonna pay for this.
I don’t realize how long I’ve been sitting on the floor until the they start moving around like they’re caught in fast-forward. Tate’s slinging on a hoodie.
“We’ve got ten minutes before we’re officially late,” Carter says, glancing at his phone.
Tate grunts in agreement, brushing past with his keys in hand. “Eight. If I drive like I hate everyone.”
“Youdohate everyone,” I call out to him.
He stops at the doorway, glancing over his shoulder. “Exactly.”
