I walked into breakfast like my ass wasn’t still throbbing.
Staff in the corners. Coffee. Fruit. Cade at the head of the table reading something on his phone. Reid eating bacon with his fingers. Knox watching the doorway until I filled it.
I wore a sundress because pants felt like a dare I would lose. No panties. Last night had dried on my thighs and then gotten wet again in the shower I wasn’t supposed to take hot enough to matter.
“Sit,” Cade said, without looking up.
I sat. The chair was wood. I felt every inch of it.
A housekeeper set eggs in front of me. Reid’s foot found mine under the table, then climbed, then pressed between my knees until I opened them. His bare toes dragged up and rested against my naked cunt.
I buttered toast with a steady hand.
Knox poured my coffee. His
