That was when JJ’s voice came from behind him.
“Getting started without me. Rude.”
Nixx went still.
I dragged the back of my hand across my mouth and looked past his hip.
JJ stood in the doorway in one of my shirts, hair a little wrecked from lying down with Millie, eyes dark enough that I knew she had been there longer than the last sentence.
“How long were you standing there?” Nixx asked.
She stepped in and shut the door. Locked it.
Then she grabbed the nearest hand—mine—and pushed it between her legs under the shirt.
No underwear.
She was soaked. Slick against my fingers the second I touched her.
“Long enough,” she said, “that watching the two of you did this to me.”
Nixx made a low sound.
I slid two fingers through her and she sucked in a breath.
“Millie out?” I asked.
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