Chapter 281

When he sees us, he opens them wide and his jaw drops. “Watch our stuff, Cabot. Keep the Harpy claws off of it.”

“Are you serious?!” Creed shouts as we move past him, and I can hear him cursing under his breath as he watches us slip into the beautiful old bathroom with the vintage hexagon and subway tiles.

Tristan heels the door shut behind him and locks it while I stand there wondering if maybe I've lost my mind.

“What are we doing in here, Tristan?” I ask as he grabs me and sets me on the edge of the counter, leaning in so he can run his tongue across my lower lip.

“Satisfying your curiosity,” he whispers, and I raise an eyebrow.

“My curiosity?” I ask as he slides one hand down the curve of my waist, over my hip, and under my skirt. His second hand joins the first, and I realize I'm about to lose my underwear.

He smirks at me and then drops his hands to the garters holding my socks up, popping the clips and making me groan as he rubs his thumbs