Chapter Thirty-Two
Owen tilted his head to the side, giving his lover better access to his neck. “Drake,” he growled in warning.
“I’m just teasing her,” Drake laughed, nipping his teeth to his lover’s throat.
“If you want to give her a show, we could.” Owen said, smirking as he locked eyes with Abby.
The elevator dinged, pulling Abby’s attention away from the two men beside her. She rushed into the elevator ready to feel the warm afternoon sunshine on her face. Maybe the fresh air would help her calm herself down but she doubted it?
She turned to lean against the back wall of the elevator. Her hands gripping the metal bar behind her. Abby barely had time to realize what was happening before Owen was on her. His lips taking her own, as his cold hands pinned her hips in place. Drake smi
