Chapter 29

Their rhythm intensified, but the press of their bodies was the only thing giving Isaac’s cock any friction. He needed more. Something. Anything. Just—

“Did you turn off your radio?”

They both froze, Andrew’s eyes having fallen to Isaac’s earpiece, but there was nothing to say, because of course he’d forgotten about their audience once Andrew was prowling toward him like sex on legs.

“Riley can hear this?!”

“Don’t mind me,” the filthy betrayer husked over the radio, loud enough that Andrew heard too.

Isaac’s eyes darted to the door to his offices, unsurprised but rightly enraged to see it open with Riley’s profile just barely visible.

Andrew turned to look too, but when his attention came back to Isaac, the same fury hadn’t emerged. “Better give him a good show.”