I glance over my shoulder relieved when no one follows after me, until I hear a breathy moan. My head whips around, meeting the eyes of Liam. He’s leaning up against a large kitchen island with his hands braced against the counter, pants around his ankles and not one, but two mouths latched around his cock. For a moment, I’m frozen in place. A woman in the caterer’s outfit is on her knees beside a man in a matching outfit.
