Chapter Eighty-Two
“Make it up to me later.” His lips slipped into a dark smile.
“I think that could be arranged.”
“We’ll see,” Leo said from behind me. “Or rather, I’ll see. I want to see what you do to him and what he does to you instead of hearing it this time.”
Ian rolled his eyes before pecking my lips with his. “Kinky bastard, isn’t he? Makes me hard.”
“Ian.” I chided, unable to hide my smile. A thrill shot through me at the thought of being with the two of them again. Of having Cy there, too. Each of us enjoying ourselves and taking pleasure with one another.
“We’ll leave you to finish unpacking.” Leo said, stepping past Ian and I. Ian squeezed my fingers one last time before letting my hand go.
I followed Leo into the house. The soft strands of guitar music floated in the
