Page 16 of The Queen's Knights

The corner of Percy’s mouth twitches. “Nofuckingtime…”

Lance chuckles. “I knew you had a sense of humor. How could you survive being so close to her all the time without one?”

“Can you get the results of your last test?” I ask. “I smoothed things over with the club’s owner, but the blood test would ease everyone’s minds.” I glance at Percy, whose attention is fixed on Lance with much less animosity than before.

Looking at Lance again, I continue. “Since your visit to Whitewood was restricted to room fourteen, I asked Chloe to let me handle it. We don’t like getting authorities involved because it invites undesired scrutiny, despite the fact that no money exchanges hands and illicit substances are forbidden.”

Lance nods and pulls out his phone. “I have a copy in my email. I can send it over now.” He taps a few times, glancing up while he completes the task. “So… what if I wanted to come back this weekend to see you? Assuming I’m only allowed to service thequeen, and not, you know…you,Dr. Brennan. Gwen.”

“The Masquerade is only once a month,” Percy supplies. “So you could try to sneak in this weekend, but we won’t be there.”

Percy’s statement seems to disappear amid the charged look Lance is giving me. The blatant offer… thewishin his eyes that’s so potent I can feel it deep in my core.

I glance at my watch, heartbeat speeding up at the involuntary action spurred by an impulse I shouldn’t have. I literally just reprimanded him for flirting.

But I have two hours until I have to be anywhere. My office is in a secluded corner of the second floor, with only an empty staff office next door. This was a distinct drawback, considering what happened, but the dean didn’t have an office to move me to in a spot with more foot traffic. The specter of that night still haunts me when I’m in here, though Percy’s presence holds it at bay.

But what better way to exorcise that demon than by inviting a more pleasant memory to take its place? To take control in the very place where I lost it six months ago?

“Gwen…” Percy cautions, and I can tell somehow he’s caught onto the thoughts racing through my head.

“This is what I need,” I say, rising from my chair and looking at him. “You can be involved, if you want. Or you can watch. It’s up to you.”

Surprisingly he only nods, then looks at Lance. “You need a safe word.”

Lance’s eyes widen. “I’m not quite sure what’s happening here. Why?”

“Because if you want to stop at any point, we need to know.”

“How about juststop? Not that I’m saying stopnow. I’m game for whatever she wants.Sofucking game.” He sits up straighter, eyes bright.

“Not good enough,” Percy says. “If you don’t pick one, I’ll pick one for you.”

“Fine. Uh…Friedan. How’s that?”

“I see you’ve done the reading,” I say. “So let’s see how you do on your oral presentation.”

My heart races, but the eager look he gives me spurs me on. I reach beneath the hem of my skirt and hook my fingers into the sides of my panties, pulling them down and slipping out of them while I hold his gaze. I can feel Percy watching, but he doesn’t speak. Either he senses how much I need this, or he’s really not as jealous as I thought. Maybe both.

I round my desk and slip into the space before Lance’s chair, then prop my backside on the edge of the desk. We’re so close my lower legs brush his knees, but he has a death grip on the arms of his chair.

“Is this really happening? I’m not dreaming I’m in a porno or something, am I?”

“Lift my skirt to see for yourself.”

He’s in khakis and a button-down shirt today, and his arousal is evident from the large bulge in front of his pants. He doesn’t immediately follow my order, but glances at Percy as if asking for confirmation that he isn’t dreaming.

Percy smirks. “Better do as she asks, sub.”

Lance practically whimpers, and his hands shake when he reaches out to me. He doesn’t touch my skirt, but instead slides his hands just beneath the hem, cupping the backs of my thighs. His touch is warm, his caress sending a wave of intense heat all the way to my core. Then he slides his hands up, catching the fabric as he goes and pushing it up to my pelvis.

I’m breathless with anticipation, but he takes his sweet time.

“Jesus,” he breathes, gaze tracking his hands as he rubs light caresses over my thighs from the outside in, then pushes them apart. “Touching you is so much better than I imagined.”

Then he licks his lips and lowers his head, pressing his mouth to the very top of my bare slit. An involuntary moan slips out with his tongue’s first hot slide over my clit. Then the world tilts as he grabs the backs of my thighs, forcing me to lean back as he immerses himself in me like he’s been starved for this all week.

I have the forethought to check in with Percy only once, but he isn’t watching me. He’s too absorbed watching Lance tongue me to oblivion. After a moment, he moves from his spot as sentinel by the door, finally meeting my gaze as he comes around my desk and leans over, mouth at my ear.

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