“Morning, Carter.” His eyes stopped at the hem of her shirt, which hadn’t fallen properly to cover her underwear. She quickly fixed it. “We were just—” “About to fuck,” Oscar inserted. “Thanks for the interruption.” “All four of you?” Mikel shot back dryly. “He was going to use us as a mattress,” Kilian sighed out. “And try to scar us from ever coming to her room again.”
