others are staring at you like hungry dogs.”
I lifted my head up, finding Blake, Kyan and Nash all shoulder to shoulder at the end of the bed, their eyes darkened by sinful thoughts. Ooh. Blake was still eating a pot of ice cream and it looked like he was having ideas about where he wanted to put it next. I had some ideas myself…
I bit my lip, fluttering my lashes as I soaked in their attention for a moment, but I knew Saint wasn’t going to let us have our fun.
“Come on, I’ll help you find something comfortable.” Monroe scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder and I laughed as he strode into the walk-in closet and kicked the door shut. He set me down and kissed me roughly, his desire for me making me ache. But Saint had a point. We needed to discuss this. So it was with a lot of effort that I slipped away from Nash and grabbed a white cami, pulling it on.
Monroe rested his shoulder on the wall beside me, watching me with an intensity that could have burned the world to ash.
“You make being a good girl very hard, Nash Monroe,” I teased as he slid his thumb across his lower lip.
“You make being a bad man so very fucking easy, Tatum Rivers,” he purred.
“Roscoe,” Kyan corrected as he shoved through the door, folding his thick arms with a cocky smirk.
Nash grimaced. “I think we need to change that.”
“Seconded,” I sang, pulling on a pair of light pink sweatpants before grabbing some comfy socks and jogging between them to exit the closet. Kyan slapped my ass as I went and I tossed him the finger in response, a grin tugging at my mouth.
Blake was on the bed, polishing off the last of the ice creams and I jumped on the mattress to lie beside him, swiping one from his grip and swirling my finger inside the glass. He smirked at me as he swallowed a mouthful, his dark hair falling forward into his eyes. He’d shed his blazer and rolled up his shirt sleeves to reveal his muscular forearms and I eye-fucked him shamelessly as I rested back against the pillows.
“Looking good, golden boy,” I purred.
“I taste good too. C’mere and have a lick.” He wiggled his eyebrows, leaning toward me and Saint clapped his hands.
“Enough,” he said sharply from across the room, looking from us on the bed to Kyan and Nash as they slumped down in chairs beside a roaring fire. “We must talk before this descends into another orgy. Christ, I cannot get a word in edgeways without someone whipping their cock out these days.”
I snorted a laugh as Kyan tugged his tie loose from his throat, tossing it on the floor before throwing his blazer away too and starting to unbutton his shirt. He left it hanging open when he was done and I eyed the tattoos peeking out from beneath the white material with my fingers itching, the urge to explore them rising in me.
“Must we all act like hellions?” Saint clipped, clasping his hands behind his back. “I was quite enjoying the attire. Nash is the only one of you who has any decorum.”
“Sorry, bro. Dressing smart ain’t my bag.” Blake shrugged.
“And I’d hardly say I have decorum,” Nash snorted.
Kyan sniggered beside him. “You definitely don’t, brother. Not after you bent Tatum over the other day and-”
“I said enough,” Saint hissed and everyone fell quiet as his eyes swung between us. “Now, we have to discuss the matter of Royaume D’élite. We don’t yet have ample information to connect my father to it.”
“But you made a guess so we can be pretty sure, right?” Blake asked and Saint shuddered at the word ‘guess.’
“No, we cannot be sure,” Saint growled. “And even if we were, my father is already in hiding. He could disappear altogether if we are not careful. What I need is cold, hard evidence so I can drag my father’s name through every media outlet in the country when I expose him, hunt him down and make sure he pays for every crime he has committed. When I am through, there won’t be an American citizen alive who doesn’t know his name and what a loathsome cockroach he is.”
“So how are we going to get that evidence?” I asked, sitting up and folding my legs, willing to do whatever it took. “And how are we going to destroy that disgusting club while we’re at