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He holds it over my eyes while I protest, “I don’t need my sight to see how I’m about to get fired for breaking the swing.”

“Everyone, go.” Jace assures, “We got this.”

“You sure you’re okay?” Wren’s voice on my right sounds worried but about to giggle.

“Yes.” Okay, it’s funny. “I’m fine and fucked and fired.”

“Stacey will never fire you.” It’s Grant. “You and Blair are like her little sisters. Just tell some lie, and you’ll be fine.” He mumbles, “Come on, my chérie.”

Chérie?Who the hell is his queen, and since when is Grant French? I’m just barely coming to terms with the fact that he’s ex-Russian mafia.

Footsteps scurry by as Axel orders, “You and Jace come up with something.”

Axel must be speaking to me, so I shout at the ceiling. “I’m going to slap you so hard, even Google won’t be able to find you! Take off my blindfold!”

“Seriously,” Nash worries, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

I push against his sweaty pecs. “I’m fine.” He’s left me dripping, empty, and about to laugh. Or cry. Or both. “Just let me see the damage.”

Slowly, Nash peels off the blindfold, and I blink until I can focus, glancing from side to side.

On my right, everyone is gone. Sire. Wren. Grant and his chérie and what other members of Congress heard my slutty testimony. I have no idea.

On my left, my gaze climbs from Axel’s polished black shoes to his dark pants, his starched white shirt, open and revealing lots of hot ink, and his … evil smirk.

So, I stick my tongue out at him.

Then my stare bounces over to Jace, dressed similarly, his cock deflated and tucked back in, while his smile is warm. I’m not even shy that his cum is on my tit, so I blow him a kiss.

Then my gaze lands on Nash, who’s slinging his sunshine with his stunning smile. His eyes sparkle with mischief and love—love only for me.

Laughter bubbles through my declaration. “Wecrushedthe test!”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

NASH

“How did that go?”I mutter to Vale as she flops into her chair beside me.

I heard the shouts and raised voices from two floors above.

“Well,” she sighs. “I’m not fired, we’re busted, and my sister is a bestseller. Jace saw on his phone how her NFL Beau is back in town and reading her book in public. It’s going viral and breaking her heart. That’s one drama. The second is…” she leans closer, “your brothers just threw us under the bus.”

I chuckle. “Of course they did.”

“But Nash,” she whispers, “they all know about us now, so that means?—”

“Thatmeans they know I’m their accountant, you’re my daughter’s best friend, but we’re adults in love. That’s all they’ll ever know.”

“But they weren’t convinced,” she stresses. “All the sex Stacey and her husbands have had on that swing never ripped it from the ceiling. They don’t believe it was just me and you.”

“It wasn’t.” I feel my pulse rise again. “It was me, you, and my beast because that’s who I am, watching someone else touch you.”

We left the swing on the floor, knowing Vale would explain it in the morning, but I wanted her to myself after the test.

I booked us a suite at The Mercier, where I made us take a shower, watching the rivulets of my brothers’ touch wash away. Then, I wanted to soak in the tub and hold her. I wanted to lie on the bed and eat popcorn with her head on my chest while I made her watch the classicMarried To The Mobas a joke—sort of. I wanted Vale under the bed sheets and only mine to love and claim again. The sounds she makes coming on my cock are the only thing that satisfy me.

It took a while to settle the beast inside me, especially when I know he’ll only return when she’s initiated soon.

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