my preference, the rest of the night would play out in private, but we’ve started this, so we’ll have to see it through to the end. “Show continues in the public playroom.”
Someone whoops and a few people clap and they all file out quickly enough. It’s only when the four of us are alone in the room that I turn back to the other three. “Isabelle, I’m disappointed in you. Go kneel by the door and wait for us.”
She opens her mouth like she might argue, but finally gives a jerky nod and hops off the bar. I keep a close eye on her as she pads to the door and sinks into a kneeling position, but she’s not wobbly at all. Good.
I narrow my eyes at Aurora. “Get dressed. We’ll deal with you presently.”
She scrambles off the bar and snatches up her dress. I point at Gaeton. “With me.”
“Not on your life.” But he follows me into the cramped storage closet and allows me to shut the door. Gaeton huffs out a breath. “I’m fine.”
“You aren’t even close to fine.” I cross my arms over my chest. “This scene was your idea. Are you regretting it?”
“No. Nothing like that.” He drags a hand over his face. “Shit is just complicated, you know? I get caught up in it.”
I catch his wrist and pull it from his face. “Talk to me.”
“You’re not my fucking therapist, man. I don’t have to walk you through it.”
I give him the look that comment deserves. “I’m not your therapist, no, but I’m someone who cares about you.”
“Sure.” Gaeton snorts, but his derisive expression fades as he studies my face. “You’re not shitting me.”
I could shake this man for being so intentionally dense at times. “No, I’m not shitting you. You think I’d commit to two weeks’ worth of scenes with someone I still hated? Do you think I would have brought up my fantasy earlier if I didn’t mean it?”
He shifts his wrist until his fingers play along my forearm. “You’re a vault, Beast. Not exactly an open book when it comes to literally anything.”
“Pretty fucking open when I tell you I care about you.” I want him to reciprocate, but it’s still too soon for that. He can barely comprehend that I might want him for more than fucking right now. Pushing too hard will damage what little progress we’ve made. I squeeze his wrist a little. “Let’s go put on a show, and then finish the night out right.”
“Okay.” He finally nods. Gaeton glances at the door. “Isabelle’s shame kink is a trip.”
“Gaeton.” I wait for him to look at me and then pull him closer, inch by inch. “It’s not her kink that’s tripping you up. It’s how much you enjoy playing it out with her. You like it, her being a little slut, and you like punishing her for it.”
“Yeah. I do.” His breath ghosts against my lips. “I’m taking lead for the next part.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The moment stretches out between us, and I’m almost convinced I can feel the earth getting soft and sticky beneath our feet, ready to suck us down. I’m about to take a step back when Gaeton curses and grabs the back of my neck with his free hand. He bends down and tows me that last little distance to his mouth.
He tastes like whiskey, and he doesn’t dick around with teasing. He tilts my head back and claims my mouth. I allow it for half a second, reveling in the fact that we’re kissing, that he made the first move, and then I grab his shirt and kiss the fuck out of him back.
I almost forget myself when he presses his hips against me and I feel his big cock against my stomach. Almost.
I wrench away. My breath comes out as raggedly as his does. “Later.”
Gaeton blinks down at me and gives himself a little shake. “Right. Later.” He suddenly grins. “Figures that you couldn’t resist all of this.” He motions to himself.
“Good to know that this situation hasn’t damaged your arrogance any.”
“Not even a little bit.” He gives the door an assessing look. “Bets on if they managed to obey this time or if Isabelle’s riding Aurora’s face again?”
I shake my head and start move past him, enjoying the way he holds still as our bodies drag against each other. “We good?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “We’re good. This whole situation has been one hell of a head trip, but you’re