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“Boring, eh?”
Um, I sensed I’d made a mistake, but . . . “Yeah? I mean, kind of. I don’t expect there to be any issues. It’s not like this guy is a mastermind criminal, and I was even given the old code to the safe. It might’ve been changed, which would at least make the job kind of exciting, but our client didn’t think that would be the case.” I hoped my target wouldn’t be so dumb as to not to change the code to the safe that stored a family heirloom he’d stolen that was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, but I didn’t have my hopes up.
Skye grinned and nuzzled my jawline with his nose. “How do you feel about making it a little more exciting then?”
I raised my eyebrow, intrigued. “How?”
Skye pecked my lips. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” Then he was gone, running out of the room and leaving me alone with questions.
Before I could do much more than pull myself up to a sitting position and stare at the door, Skye was back. He was holding something in his hand but was careful to keep it out of my eyesight. He closed and locked the door behind him.
It wasn’t until he was standing in front of me, in between my spread knees, that he showed me the object: a butt plug.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “That better be for you, Skye.”
He laughed. “How would me wearing a plug make your job more exciting?”
I made a face at him. “I don’t know. I’ll get to listen to you moan through the comms?”
“Hmmm. That’s not a bad idea, but no, that wasn’t what I had in mind. I think I need a night to recover before sticking anything else in my ass.”
“Ha. Fair. But what exactly do you have in mind then?”
Skye pulled out his phone and pressed a button. The plug began to move in his hand, vibrating. Fuuuuuck.
“It’s remote controlled. You wear it, and I’ll be watching you through your body cam and controlling the plug. Let’s see how easy the job is when you’re distracted.”
I wouldn’t lie, I was intrigued. I’d never done anything like this before because I had limits when it came to play while I was working. But Skye wasn’t my dom, so it wouldn’t be the same. It would just be us messing around, right? Still.
“Do you think Mav and Luc will be okay with this? We’re not supposed to engage in anal without permission.” It was one of my new rules. We could make out and fool around all we wanted. I could even give Skye blow jobs, but no anal unless one of them said it was okay.
He seemed to think about that for a minute. “We can ask Mav. As long as you really do want to try it?”
I fiddled with my collar, thinking. This really would be easy. And if it did end up being too distracting, Skye would stop playing with the vibrations. I was caged, so I didn’t have to worry about accidents that would leave my DNA anywhere.
I looked up at him. “Yeah, ask him please.”
CHAPTER 11
DIEGO
“I can’t believethis is happening,” I muttered for at least the thirteenth time, even if I absolutely could.
I was watching Brooks’s body cam through the monitor as he broke into the home to complete the job he had been hired for. Maverick sat in the chair next to me, staring at the screen intently while being careful to keep some distance for my sake. It was appreciated, if not necessary. I might not have been able to tolerate his touch, but I trusted him and had no problem with him being close to me. Mav was family. My brain had finally accepted that. Skye sat on the desk behind me that Brooks usually used. It was technically supposed to be for work, but like back at the old house, he never used it for that. It was essentially an oversized chair at this point.
Skye had his phone in his hand with the app up that controlled the plug my brother was currently wearing. While breaking into someone’s home. Because this was something we were doing now. I questioned all of their sanity.
Mav had needed some convincing when they’d asked him. He’d only agreed if he could be here to monitor things. Brooks had dynamic play while on a job as a limit, so it was understandable that Mav had been concerned. But Brooks hadexplained it was more a matter of Luca or Mav trying to be Dommy with him when he had to trust his own instincts. He’d greenlit this whole thing with a promise that he would tell them immediately if it became too much.
So that was how my office had ended up overly crowded as I guided Brooks through his task.
Skye must’ve increased the intensity of the vibrations because Brooks stopped suddenly, right in the entranceway of the home, groaning. “Oh god. Skyeeee.”
He whined. His body was shaking enough that the camera was unsteady, and it was making me dizzy as the red front door blurred from his movements.
“Focus, B. The guy shouldn’t be home for a couple of hours, but it’s best not to linger.” I had disabled his pathetic excuse for a security system, and we were monitoring the outside just in case, but still. It was the easiest jobs that always had me on edge, because when you least expected something to go wrong was when it would.
Skye must’ve lowered the vibrations because Brooks breathed out a sigh of relief. “I’m going. I’m going.”
