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“Relax, Con,” Shane laughs. “She’s pretty hard not to look at.”
“I’ll just go check on the twins,” Chester mumbles apologetically.
“Thank you,” I say to him with a smile.
“Call us for anything at all,” Conor reminds him as he walks down the hallway.
“Will do, Boss,” he calls back. “Have a great time.”
Conor watches after him. It took us a long time to trust anyone with our children’s safety, but Chester and his wife are almost part of the family now, and his small unit of security do an amazing job.
When there is just the five of us in the hallway, Conor, Shane and Liam walk toward me until I’m standing in the middle of all four of them.
Conor looks down at the split in my dress, his dark eyes twinkling. But it’s Shane who slides his hand inside and brushes his fingers over my bare pussy.
“She wearing panties?” Conor asks him.
“Nope,” Shane grins. “Freshly shaved too.”
I blush and Conor closes his eyes. “Dammit, angel,” he hisses.
“I can’t really wear underwear with this dress,” I protest. “It’s so tight.”
“Fits you like a second skin, Red,” Mikey says appreciatively as he runs his hands over my ass.
“Can we just stay home?” Liam groans as he trails his lips over my bare shoulder.
“No,” I say, but his brothers laugh.
“We have a room booked too,” Shane reminds him.
Mikey rubs a hand over his beard. “And now that Conor has given the green light for public-”
“It’s not a green light,” Conor snarls.
“But some public fuckery must be permissible after what you did, bro?” Mikey winks at him. “And I mean, we all came prepared, right?”
“Prepared?” I blink at him.
He pulls his pocket square out and reveals it’s actually a large white handkerchief. “For any spillages,” he says with a wicked grin.
I look at the three of them and they all nod to confirm they too have white handkerchiefs.
“Can’t have you spoiling that beautiful dress, sweetheart,” Shane whispers.
“Maybe I should wear panties too?” I suggest, wondering if I’m going to able to sit down at all tonight without staining this dress.
“No,” Mikey and Liam reply.
“We need to leave,” Shane says, checking his watch.
“Wait. Where are your masks?” I ask.
“We’ve got them,” Liam says, patting his breast pocket. “We’ll put them on outside the club.”
“Let’s go before I tie you my bed instead, angel,” Conor says with a sigh, placing his hand on the small of my back and guiding me to the elevator.
Mikey pours champagneas we sit in the back of the limo. I sit on Liam’s lap. I rarely get my own seat but that’s fine with me because I’d much prefer to have one of them holding onto me.
