She would love it if he crushed her like a junkyard car, but then his huge waffle iron of a hand curves around the swell of her breast and it's better than she'd been imagining just two minutes ago, warm and firm and she groans into his mouth, trying and failing to catch the sound.

Their lounger is away far away from the party as possible whilst still technically being at the party. She's pretty certain she could open her eyes and look over Carmy's shoulder and find someone watching to see how far they're going to go. She's into that, she'd hold intense fucking eye contact with a voyeur whilst someone went down on her and it would be all the hotter, but she doesn't know what Carmy's into.

Her head drops back and she sucks in a few shaky breaths. "Don't you dare relocate that hand, but I do wanna remind you we are fully in public if you are not into that kind of thing."