As we put our suitcases away, they leave a carry-on on the bed, and I make the mistake of questioning them about it.

      "Is that my extra bag?" I ask naively.

      Lawson shakes his head, throws the zipper open and carries on with putting his clothes away. I take a step forward to get a better look. It's a carryon full of sex toys. I freeze, mind spinning with the endless possibilities promised by the bag's contents. I shouldn't have expected anything less from them. I say no more and close the carryon – I don't need that distraction right now.

       It doesn't surprise me that Lawson is the type to unpack his suitcase and place his clothes in one of the bedside drawers. Casper and I, on the other hand, abandon our bags in the corner of the room and leave our clothes as they are.

       Casper points at the second black bag that he dropped. "That one's yours."

      I bend to pick it up, hoping to find something worthy of wearing to our supper date, but Casper beats me to it. He rifles through the clothes he packed and tosses me a black dress.

      I arch a brow at him. "Do you have a dressing kink too?"

      "There's very little that I'm not interested in, especially if it involves you and Lawson."

      I roll my eyes.

      "Reservations in a half hour," he adds, tapping a finger against his wrist. "We don't have much time to spare."

       Message understood. I don't have an hour to decide what I'm wearing. I take the dress to the bathroom and get ready to the best in my capacity in the few short minutes we have to spare.

       The hushed voices that I could barely hear through the bathroom door quiet when I come out. Lawson has changed into black trousers and a blue blazer, while Casper stands beside him in matching blacking trousers and a white button up. They dress up really nice. I force my eyes not to linger, hoping to not make the extent of my appreciation so apparent. They have no same concern of masking their thoughts. Their eyes trail me as I take my dirty clothes and place them in my bag. I feel the weight of their two pairs of eyes with every step I take.

       "You're stunning," Lawson says.

       "I knew I did good picking that dress." Casper grins. "I'm going to have to adjust my dick all night."

       "I think I saw a Gates of Hell in the carry-on," I tease him. "Maybe that'll help you practice some self-control."

       "Careful," Casper warns. "I'm the king of teasing. I'll double whatever you dish out."

       "Looking forward to it." I bend to get a pair of earrings out of my purse pocket. I make a show of taking my time, ensuring they get a good view of my behind as I reach into my purse.

      By the look they share when I stand and turn around, I know I'm in trouble. I insert my earrings with steady hands that don't match the twisting knot in my stomach.

       I watch as Lawson pulls an insertable vibrator out of the carryon, and just barely manage to catch it when he throws it at my chest.

       I look down at the vibrator and then back up at the two. "You said reservations we're in a half hour, 20 minutes ago." As much as I would love to go there, we don't have time for this. Plus, I'm starving after that long drive.

       "This will only take a minute," Lawson assures.

       I perk a brow. That's certainly confident of him.

       "Go, on," he urges.

       "Pardon?"

      "Put it in. I'm sure you're familiar with how it works," he says plainly. "You'll wear it all night."

       I inhale slowly, shoulders tensing. I still wasn't used to getting orders from the man that typically uses the words "please" and "thank you" more than the average human. I should have known that teasing me with the blow job was only the start.

        Lawson rolls his hand in a motion that implies get on with it.

      "Now?"

      He looks down at his phone. "Uber is only 10 minutes away, so, yes."

      Naively, I take I step towards the bathroom. As if they would allow me that privacy. Casper intercepts my attempt, hands reaching out to block the bathroom's entrance.

       "It's cute that you like to pretend that you're not into this as much as we are," Casper smirks.

       I huff and try to ignore my blond tormenter. I save myself some dignity by pushing my hand beneath my dress and pulling my panties to the side to insert the vibrator. I'm shocked neither one of them demands that I push the skirt of my dress up to my waist for their examination.

       My surprise is short lasted. As I bring my hands back to my side, I find Lawson shaking his head.

       "What?" I grit my teeth.

       He says nothing, just holds his hand out.

      "I'm not a mind reader, Lawson."

       He shoots me a warning look, a silent promise of retribution if I don't check my tone. "Panties," is all he says.

      They've got to be kidding me. I wait a few seconds, naively giving him a chance to change his mind but it seems he's very serious.

       "That's cruel," I complain as I hand Lawson my underwear. He tucks the thong into his blazer pocket.

       Casper comes up behind me. "Why?" His lips press against my ear and his firm hand grips my hip. "Are you afraid someone will see what a naughty girl you're being?" His hand moves to rest on my lower stomach. "Are you afraid they'll smell your arousal or worst see it trickling down your legs?"

       "That's part of the appeal, isn't it?" Lawson adds, fixing the tie around his neck. "I bet talking about it has already made you wet."

       I narrow my eyes at him. Smug Lawson is just as much of a pain as Casper. "I miss the days that I used to make you nervous."

        He smirks. "Those days are long gone."

       I stalk towards him, giving him my best siren eyes as I grip the edge of his tie to pull him closer. I use my other hand to run my fingers against his chest. "Actually... I think I do still make you nervous. You just hide it better. I see the way you pull back sometimes. I think you're afraid of getting attached."

        The way he grits his teeth tells me I've struck a nerve, and I grin with satisfaction.

       He reaches for his phone, and I briefly wonder if he's cancelling the uber to have more time to deliver my punishment. The vibrator turns on, and I'm suddenly very aware that he has the controls on his phone.

       I yelp in surprise.

       Casper laughs at my reaction and covers my mouth with his hand. "You can't be making those sounds where we're going."

       I moan in misery, dreading the torture that will entail our evening in the restaurant.

       "Count yourself lucky," Casper goes on. "On one of our first dates, Lawson shoved vibrating anal beads up my ass and locked my dick in a Gates of Hell."

        I bite my lip. I did not need to be thinking about that during supper. The vibrator enough would be torture.

       Lawson flicks his brow at me. "The vibrator isn't on anymore."

       Pathetic, I know. Their words have as much of an impact on me as the vibrating toy.

      "We definitely have a voyeur in our hands," Casper laughs. 

      I can't even try to deny it. Lawson's phone dings with the arrival of our Uber and I'm saved further embarrassment. For now, at least.

        The tension in the elevator is enough to stifle the air in my lungs. I can barely remove my eyes from Lawson's pant pocket, anticipating him reaching for the controls on his phone. He doesn't touch his phone the entire way down to the lobby.

      Seconds before we enter the uber, Lawson pulls me towards him. "Remember," he whispers. "Good girls are rewarded."

      Well, fuck me.

       This was going to be a long night.