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“Very funny.” Jupiter cleaned up and then tossed the towel, along with the lube, on the bedside table.

Once Jupiter had zipped his pants, Trev pressed in close so he could rest his head on Jupiter’s lap. He was warm and sated, enjoying the closeness and the comfortable silence that followed. He knew he needed to get dressed and return to strategizing their way out of here, but for now, this was nice.

Jupiter ran his hand up and down Trev’s back, rubbing lightly.

“Keep that up and I’m going to fall asleep,” Trev mumbled.

“Go ahead,” Jupiter said. “Not like we have anywhere to be, right?”

“We do. Somewhere with a warm, tropical climate, fuckin’ far away from here.”

Jupiter chuckled. “Yeah. Is that the plan now?”

“That’s always been the plan.” Trev smiled softly.

Jupiter didn’t say anything else, but he continued to caress Trev’s back.

Exhausted and fucked out, Trev soon fell asleep. He dozed until there was a knock at the door. He lifted his head, shouting, “If you want to watch, I’m going to charge you!”

“Are you decent?” Cold’s voice drawled.

“Yes,” Trev lied.

Cold opened the door, scowled at Trev’s bare ass, and immediately shut it again.

Trev snickered, reaching for the sheets to cover himself up with. “Okay, okay! I’m decent now! Promise! Everything is put away!”

“Dinner is in an hour,” Cold growled through the door. “Don’t be late.”

“Was it just me…” Trev wrinkled his nose.

Jupiter made a face. “What?”

“Did that sound more like an order than an invitation?”

“Definitely an order.”

Chapter

Sixteen

Trev got dressed and cleaned up a bit, though there really wasn’t much they could do except for wait.

After all, Jupiter couldn’t go anywhere since he was chained to the bed.

It was Rowena who came to get them for dinner, key in hand and dressed in a sleek red satin dress. She had clothing draped over her arm, cheerfully declaring, “Hello, sweeties! It’s time for dinner!”

Trev glanced out the open doorway.

There was no way Rowena had come here alone.

Sure enough, he spied Mickey hovering in the hallway.

Erasmus or one of the other creeps was probably not far away.

“I’m guessing this is not an optional invitation,” Trev said.

“Aw, come on.” Rowena handed Trev the key. “It’ll be nice, I promise. I’ll make Roddy behave.” She smiled warmly. “I’d say things are looking up.”

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