They started tame...hips swaying, shirts unbuttoning one by one to reveal sculpted abs, pecs dusted with just the right amount of hair. Rico peeled his off first, tossing it at Lena, who caught it with a whoop and pressed it to her face like a trophy.
The energy shifted as they got closer. Tyler grabbed the baton, twirling it before sliding it teasingly along Jess's arm.
'You under arrest, miss?' he murmured, his breath hot on her neck. She shivered, biting her lip.
Marcus cuffed Mel's wrists loosely...fuzzy pink, more toy than tool, and pulled her up for a grind, his hands firm on her hips. I watched, heat pooling low in my belly, the alcohol blurring edges. Jake knelt before me, his fingers tracing my knee, inching up my thigh.
'Bride-to-be, huh? Bet you're the ringleader of this cr
