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“It takes real skill to be able to take a girl’s vibe and use it on her better than she can herself,” Griffin adds.
Voss smirks at him, and they share a smug look when Micah frowns.
I get the feeling the younger tiger brother isn’t much more advanced in the realm of sexual knowledge than I am. It’s cute.
“So, tonight is time for some self-care,” Voss says, and Orson beams, like genuinely positively radiates with happiness.
“Okay, I’ll be back in about an hour,” Orson says, giving me a big grin.
“Where are you going?” Mal asks.
“To buy things,” the bear replies. He gives me a one armed hug before disappearing. He’s humming as he goes, and his positive mood disappearing only reminds me how empty it feels without my lions here.
“I’ll take Cev, you go see Atty?” I ask, looking at Mal and he shakes his head.
“Not this time, little warrior,” Malachi replies. “I think they both need you.”
I nod but bite my lip and don’t move. Who do I see first? How do I handle this without it being another fight?
“Cevon is at the gym,” Micah says, glancing at his phone where he’s probably got the cameras open to spy on the brothers. “Atticus is in his office, debating on drinking a scotch.”
“You’ve got a camera in his office?” I gasp, half in awe of how brave he is, and half shocked at how brave he is.
Micah laughs and shakes his head. “No, pretty girl. I think he’d have my head if I tried it. We’ve got one in the corridor outside it.”
“So how do you know about the scotch?”
“Because I know him,” Micah replies like it’s obvious.
I nod and stand up from the sofa. I give Voss a hug, and he tightens his arms around me when I try to pull away.
“Thank you,” I murmur, meeting his eyes. “It’s such a thoughtful gift.”
“I know,” he replies, and I roll my eyes. He’s such a brat. “You deserve to give yourself your first orgasm, little mouse. I’m sorry that we don’t have more time to let you figure shit out, but at least you can take this small win.”
I nod and squeeze his hand before leaving the room. I pause just outside the door and listen for a beat.
“So, you got her a vibrator?” Micah asks, and there’s no judgement in his tone, just curiosity.
“I can get you one too, pretty boy,” Voss says, and I can just imagine the smirk. “Want some help figuring out your own sexuality?” Mal groans, but Micah must nod or indicate some kind of agreement because Voss says, “Let me go grab my laptop. I’ve got the perfect site.”
With a small smile, I head up the stairs knowing my guys are okay. They’re not upset I had to run off to deal with another drama regarding the lions, and that reassures me so much.
I knock on Atticus’s office door, but when he doesn’t shout to come in, I let myself in. Micah was right. Atty has a bottle of scotch and a small glass on the desk in front of him, and he’s got a big frown marring his beautiful face.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, and I close the door behind me.
“Nothing is wrong with me,” I say, enunciating my words so he knows I’m not the problem. “But I am worried about you.”
He sighs and leans back in the chair, gesturing with his head for me to take a seat opposite. Instead, I reach over and grab his bottle of scotch and glass and put them away near the bookshelf before going to sit on his desk in front of him.
His computer is to the left of me, his laptop to the right, and I’m determined not to move so I don’t mess anything up.
“He turns me into a fucking child,” Atticus says with a frown.
“He does?” I ask before shrugging. “Nobody can make you feel any which way without your permission.”
He frowns even further before sighing. “George teach you that?”
