The pillars framed the entrance to the large room I could only describe as a … playroom?—like if cats were people and enjoyed cushy luxury for their climbing gyms, scratching posts, and napping recliners. A couple of divans occupied either side of the space, but the rest of it was furnished with staggered, plush surfaces in varying sizes and set at differing heights and angles. I probably would have been perplexed about the purpose of the room if not for the fact that a couple of men were draped across two of the peculiar pieces of furniture, which provided knee and elbow support for one, a perch for the ass of the other. Both were buck naked, sporting raging hard-ons, and one man was giving the other head. The receiver had both hands tangled in the other’s hair, setting the dicksucker’s rhythm, his moans arriving faster now, louder as they colored our stunned silence with broad, shocking strokes.
It was, by all appearances, a made-to-order sex room.
Though unexpected, that on its own wasn’t particularly shocking. What did men like Magnum do with more money than they could ever possibly need? Build fancy, velvet-sheathed sex rooms, apparently.
He’d done stranger. Gunning us down in a high school gymnasium with a whole school of kids just outside was one such example.
No surprise, Layla recovered her usual snark first. She’d been working her snark muscle consistently since kindergarten, at least.
Hunt said, almost certainly for the first time in his entire life.
Brady said in a flat monotone I didn’t think I’d ever heard from him. His mind had to be melting too.
Hunt said.
Layla answered, sounding downright chipper all of a fucking sudden.
Hunt said.
Brady told Layla.
Layla turned toward him, her eyes alight with the insults she was about to hurl at him.
Brady cut her off before she uttered a word and without looking away from the next-level kink we had frontrow seats to.
Griffin’s fingers finally tightened around mine again.
Brady said.
Hunt supplied.
I said,
Brady said,
I didn’t even bother denying it.
Griffin said.
At once, Layla and Brady’s faces screwed up in mutual disgust.
Hunt suggested.
Layla said.
I pointed out.
Griffin countered.
I said.
Griffin completed.
