Cassandra's spine stiffened against him. Katherine lowered the water bottle but stayed silent, understanding that this part of the conversation did not belong to her.
Martin slipped one arm around Cassandra's waist. His other hand traveled over her stomach and closed firmly around her breast as he drew her back until no space remained between them.
"Look at her," he said near her ear.
Her nipple tightened beneath his fingers. "I am looking."
"Then tell me what you see."
The young woman in the portrait had one arm around a teammate's shoulders. Her smile was proud and sharp without being guarded. There was no crimson throne behind her, no contract waiting on a desk, and no guild expecting her to make every choice for them.
Martin kissed the side of Cassandra's neck. She tilted her head to grant him more room, and the motion rubbed her ass along his cock until he hardened against her.
"Martin." Cassandra closed one hand around his arm at her waist but did not pull it away.
