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Kristi melted across the bed, lace-clad and lips parted, pupils blown wide. The previous night tried to trickle into Riley’s consciousness, the faintest smell of alcohol, boots on the stairs. Just another moment of this, please.

Saint’s hand splayed over her stomach, still and quiet. His gaze fixed on Kristi’s fingers, still lazily stroking. Riley shivered, twisting closer or farther away from her touch, she wasn’t sure.

Saint’s eyes flicked to her, unmasked heat in the dark brown, under the question. Mmmm. Yes.

His hand tightened and dimpled her skin. Her lips parted on a breath as Kristi’s fingertips trailed higher. Sequinned dresses rested over a chair, and the sparkle brought everything rushing back.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Kristi breathed in the words as they floated out of Riley’s mouth. Saint held her to him, breathing shallow. Neither of them said anything.

Riley raised an eyebrow at Kristi.

Is this happening?

Kristi met her gaze, blinking lazily at her. “Yes,” she whispered, letting her nail touch soft skin.

Saint rose up on an elbow, and the three of them watched Kristi’s hand pause, a breath from the lacy edge of Riley’s underwear.

Kristi’d feel how wet the fabric was if she touched it. Holy shit. Saint’s breath curled around Riley’s ear, and she felt a hint of his teeth, followed by the flick of his tongue on the delicate skin under it.

Riley fought to cling to her senses before she was dragged into the overwhelming sensations.

“Is this a good idea?” Riley whispered, eyes flicking between the hungry blue and Saint’s dark gaze.

“Excellent idea,” Kristi breathed. “Best one I’ve had in ages.”

Riley huffed a laugh, and it caught in her throat.

Saint groaned and drew Riley closer. Kristi tracked the movement, fingers still ghosting between her thighs.

Riley could move the tiniest bit and tumble off this cliff with both of them. And she wanted to.

There was a sound from the kitchen.

“—No,” Saint rumbled as he flopped onto his back, letting Riley go. “Terrible timing,” he muttered and stared at the ceiling.

Riley let out a breathless laugh.

Kristi pulled her sneaky fingers away, and Riley wished she hadn’t.

Huh.

“Spoilsport,” Kristi huffed, snuggling closer and pulling the duvet over them. “I suppose I’ll just have to entertain Riley by myself then…” she said to Saint with a mischievous grin on her face. Riley heard the question under it.

Saint rolled out of bed, pulling his jeans on in one smooth motion.

With his jeans unbuttoned and abs flexing, he reached into a drawer and slowly pulled on a t-shirt.

They both watched as he pulled it on.

“Booooo,” Kristi called, one hand cupping her mouth. Riley laughed into her pillow.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourselves. I’m going to make coffee,” he said, somewhat tartly. “You’re clearly feeling better.” He gave Kristi a look tinged with relief. And irritation.

“You sure, boss? We’re just here—waiting—if you change your mind,” Kristi chirped, and Riley sputtered another laugh.

He raised a single eyebrow at Kristi. “You want Wheeler breaking down the door when the fun starts? ’Cause I sure don’t.”