“Here are your drinks,” Matt said, coming up behind them.

Blue glanced at him. His indigo shirt highlighted the intense blue of his eyes. His jeans were worn soft at the edges. Her fingers twitched. She wanted to run her hands all over him. “Thanks,” she said, taking the wine glass he offered. She sipped, then made a face. “What is this?”

He shrugged. “Seltzer with lemon.”

“Ugh, you’re trying to poison me,” she complained, smiling crookedly so he would know she wasn’t really upset.

“Can’t have you getting tipsy,” he said, leaning on the railing near the corner of the room. “You’re our camouflage.”

She snorted. “You still look like a cop. Standing next to me isn’t going to change that.”

He mock frowned at her. “Bite your tongue. We’re in disguise.” He waved an arm out, indicating their position. “We’re in the corner of the balcony, in the dark. No one will even see us here.”

“I’d rather bite your tongue,” she retorted. He had a point, though. The way the balcony was angled, they were in a semi-private alcove formed of two walls and the front railing. No one on this level would be able to see them.

He grinned. “That can be arranged.”

“Hey,” Liam interrupted. “Johnson just walked in downstairs.”

Blue turned and looked around the club’s dance floor. “The guy in the light suit?”

Liam nodded. “That’s the one.”

“He’s staring at us.” Even from here, she could tell that the man knew they didn’t belong in his club. A trickle of foreboding slid down her spine. Suddenly, Matt grabbed her and pressed her against his body. She opened her mouth, but before she could protest his manhandling, he kissed her. Whoa, she thought, when he slipped his hands down to her ass. Heat burst through her as she grabbed onto his arms. Zero to sixty in one and half seconds.

“He’s still looking,” Liam said.

Matt slowly released her lips. Blue stared at him. His eyes had gone dark. Sexy, her thought, dazed.

“Kiss her,” Matt told his partner, moving his mouth down to her collarbone. He nibbled on her skin. Blue struggled to control her breathing, but his mouth pushed her arousal through the roof.

“What? While you’re still making out with her?” Liam sounded shocked. “We’re in public here.”

“Kiss her,” Matt ordered his partner. “Cops don’t do public indecency. No one will believe we’re here to work.”

“Jesus,” Liam muttered, but then he moved closer.

Blue turned slightly in Matt’s arms. For some reason, the thought of necking with them both, in full view of all the other people in the club, had her pussy tingling. She smiled at Liam and held out her hand.

He took her fingers and kissed them one by one while Matt wound his arms around her waist. Her dress was thin enough for the heat of his arms to radiate through the soft fabric. She tottered in her heels, but his body steadied her.

“Come on, Liam,” he muttered, hiding his lips in Blue’s hair. She licked her lips. Matt’s erection nudged her lower back. Clearly he wasn’t as shy as his partner.

“Hell,” Liam said, abruptly surging forward. He kissed her, licking into her mouth desperately.

Blue clung to him, all thoughts of the club forgotten. He and Matt pressed against her, surrounding her with their strength. For the first time in her life, she felt as though she could let go and trust in someone else to take care of her. The strangeness of that thought had her pulling back from him. She never let anyone take care of her. Ever. You’re falling for these cops way too fast, she told herself.

Liam didn’t seem to mind her leaning away. Instead of following her lips, he sucked a kiss into her neck while Matt held her up.

“Is he still looking at us?” she asked, trying to wrench her brain into gear.

“Who?” Liam asked.

“Johnson. Your mark,” she said, looking down into the club. She couldn’t see anything except flashing lights. What’s wrong with me? she wondered as her heart tripped against her ribs. Matt slid a hand between her legs and she cried out. His fingers knew exactly where to go and her silk panties didn’t do a damn thing to hide exactly how aroused she was. He murmured something into her nape, but she couldn’t understand what he said. Heat shot through her bones. “God,” she said thickly. She wouldn’t protest if he took her right now, she was that hot for them.

“I don’t see him,” Liam told her, not moving back an inch. He didn’t seem to realize he was pressing his front against Matt’s arm. “And we don’t call them marks. He’s a suspect in a murder investigation.”

Blue bit her lip and tipped her head back. “Matt.”

“Mmm?”

“Maybe we should go downstairs.”

“Fuck,” Liam said, pressing closer. His erection slotted up against her hip. “I don’t know if I can walk at this point.”

She laughed under her breath. “Yeah, me neither.”

Matt dropped his forehead down onto her shoulder. “Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away.” His hand was still against her mound.

“Don’t apologize,” she breathed, running her hands through his hair.

He shuddered. “No?”

Blue shook her head.

“What do you want me to do, then?” he murmured.

She looked around. No one was paying any attention to them in this back corner. “Undo Liam’s pants,” she whispered.

He sucked in a harsh breath. “Do you realize what you’re asking?”

She nodded. “Do it.”

Liam had gone completely still. “Blue, this is crazy,” he muttered.

She noticed he didn’t move away.

“You can say no,” she told him as Matt slid his free hand up her hip.

He laughed under his breath. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” He hissed when Matt’s fingers undid his button.