Someone groaned and wrapped their arms around my waist, tugging me away. “You’re a fucking asshole, X.” Judge’s grunted words were beside my ear. “Sugar, you’re gonna have to stop, or I’m going to fuck you both until you can’t do anything short of whimper my name. Then that fuck Francois will come and track us down, and we’ll all have to listen to a lecture from Titus about proper decorum in political settings.” His hand skimmed down over my ass. “Might be worth it, though.”