Page 103 of Vicious Little Games

“Stop talking about holes and hard dicks! We’ve got problems people.” Eli presses his fingers to his eyes. “Maybe if I blind myself Dante won't blame me for seeing this shit and not telling him. No, wait. He would still kill me! What the hell are you two thinking? How...why...fuck!” He presses his fingers deeper, trying not to look at Cass, or my nakedness, apparently.

“Calm down, Eli. It's not that big of a deal,” Cass huffs, but her cheeks are the rosiest of red now, not just from arousal but from embarrassment. Hell, I’m not a fan of Eli seeing us screwing either.

“Put some clothes on,” I tell her. “And it could be worse.” I crawl around the bed to pick up my leather pants and pull them on. "At least Eli didn’t see much of you because I wouldn’t let you be on top.”

“Thank fuck,” Eli grumbles. “I don't think I could talk my way out of this if I had seen Cass bouncing naked on your dick.”

“You can't tell Dante or Vanessa,” I warn him as I stand to finish zipping my pants. “And what the hell are you doing busting into Cassie’s room in the middle of the night?”

“There's a minor emergency that couldn’t wait. And no, I can never get enough torture. When you didn’t answer your texts and weren’t in your room, I heard noises up here and came to check on Cass. You do know you’re supposed to keep your phone on you at all times, right?”

“Well? What's the emergency?” I ask him without mentioning that I left my phone down in my room after my shower.

Eli holds up a finger. “Wait just a second. I'm trying to figure out if there's anywhere on the planet I can flee to that Dante won't find me.” Tapping his finger to his lip in thought, he says, “There has to be some corner of this great big world. After all, Maddie found it.”

“Maddie?” Cass exclaims before I can.

“Madison. I meant Madison, obviously.”

“Then why did you call her Maddie?” I ask him.

“You know what, I'm not the one knocking on death's door by fucking the boss's daughter, so I don't have to answer any of your fucking questions. Now get dressed and come downstairs.”

“I’m coming too,” Cass says. “It’s not like I can sleep now.”

“Let me go change into normal clothes and I’ll be right down,” I promise Eli as I urge him out the door. When he’s out in the hallway, I glance over my shoulder at Cass. “I’m sorry I didn’t lock the door.”

“Are you kidding? Seeing two men roll around the floor like that was the icing on my big O cake. In fact, when I think about it later, Eli will probably be naked too.”

“How about you just think about how hard you came underneath me instead?”

Climbing off the bed, she picks up the black ski mask and says, “I’m keeping this.”

“Then how will I be able to put it on and sneak up on you?”

Cass considers that a moment before tossing it across the room to me where it lands at my feet.

“That’s what I thought,” I say with a grin as I bend down to pick it up.

“Come on, you fucking idiots!” Eli roars from downstairs.

“We just did,” I holler back as I reluctantly trudge down the stairs to my room.

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Cass

Cole doesn’t seem very concerned about Eli catching us together, so I’m not either.

After all, he can’t tell my father he walked in on me and Cole fucking without admitting to seeing me naked. The man isn’t that stupid.

Eli’s casino problem actually turned out to be pretty damn urgent, and he swears he had nothing to do with it.

“So, the third shift restaurant and custodial staff decided tonight would be a great time to go on strike,” Eli says as we wait for the elevator outside the penthouse. He hands Cole a stack of documents two inches thick.

“Do you think Dante knew that when he left?” Cole asks. He looks so handsome and normal in his black pants and blue button down, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his tan, muscular forearms. He’s like a Ken doll who can dress up in a multitude of outfits and still look hot.

There’s goofy, frat-bro Ken, serious-businessman Ken, kinky, masked-man Ken, and now ready-to-handle-shit Ken.

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