“I want you to know I’m not letting any of this go.”
She side-eyes me. “What do you mean?”
“Just what I’ve said. Alora, Shayne, and Carter were responsible for the video the other night. I don’t know if you’d been told, but those guys were in on it. They set up the projector and were hiding in the damn pool house during the party to start it.”
Daphne sits up straighter. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, for sure. Like an idiot, Alora confirmed it.” I chuckle. “Aria told me to leave Alora to her. She was already working on the problem for me. I’m keeping my nose out of it.”
Daphne’s lips twitch.
I haul her onto my lap. “What are you up to?”
“Nothing. I’ll keep my nose out of things, too.”
My hand drifts between her legs, and she sucks in a breath.
“Micah.”
And just like that, all thoughts of those awful people fly from our heads.
My other arm snakes around her torso, my fingers finding her nipple. I pinch it, then drift across her chest to the second one, going back and forth between them, tormenting her breasts while I strum her clit with my other hand. Daphne’s so fucking sexy, and she has no clue.
She throws her head back, and I take advantage, sucking on the soft skin of her neck. She’s so beautiful writhing on my lap, taking her pleasure from me. Her soft cries fill the air as she comes undone from my ministrations, her hips undulating against my hand.