Page 231 of Well Played

I glanced down at his crotch. Silly man had worn jeans again. With his impressive cock, that kind of constriction had to be uncomfortable. “Well, maybe you’ll let me suspend you.”

“In public?”

“Anywhere you want.” I winked. “You seem to be more of an exhibitionist than I would’ve expected.” I pointed to his crotch. “Go ahead and get undressed. I’m looking forward to you fucking me.” My own cock was growing nice and hard. I massaged Yasmine’s calf. “Are you okay, ma chère?”

“Mmm.” She leaned her head back against my chest, her soft hair flowing in gentle waves. “I get to watch him fuck you, right?”

“Naturelment.” Figured I’d throw in another French word. My mother had insisted I take lessons up until my senior year of high school.

She giggled. “I like you.”

“Well that’s good, because I like you too.” She’d moved from subspace to that comfortable and warm place as she pulled into full consciousness. A little giddy. A lot happy. I glanced over toKaden. “Snag the blanket at the foot of the bed?” I loosened then untied the last knot.

He nodded and did as bade. He returned and quickly had Yasmine wrapped.

She giggled again. “I want to watch.”

“But of course.” Against my better instincts, I tossed the rope into a pile. Normally I liked checking it over and recoiling it immediately, but I had two delectable delicacies waiting for me. I turned to Yasmine. “Do you want to be on the bed or sitting in a chair? I think that would afford you a better view…”

“Chair, then. But as soon as you’re done, I’m joining you on the bed.” She yawned. “I’m tired. I just had the most awesome experience, and I’m exhausted.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

She grinned. “Almost as good as an orgasm. Almost,” she reiterated lest I be confused.

“No worries, chère—you’ll get at least one of those by the end of the night.”

“Oh good.” She sighed.

Slowly, I rose. “I’ll position the chair. Can you carry her?”

Kaden nodded.

“I can walk.”

Trust Yasmine to protest.

“Certainly you can, but I think Kaden wants the reassurance you’re okay before he turns his attention to me.”

Kaden nodded, holding my gaze.

See? I’m not an insensitive clod…

Within moments, I had a large, comfortable chair in place. Just a few feet from the bed—and with a perfect view of what I suspected would be true debauchery.

Kaden carried Yasmine with ease and settled her so she was curled with her legs tucked against her chest. He wrapped the blanket around her, and kissed her soundly on the lips.

She snagged his chin and pulled him close. Then she whispered something in his ear.

My curiosity piqued, but no way would I ask.

I pulled back the sheets on the king-sized bed. Then I yanked my T-shirt over my head.

Kaden straightened and stood beside Yasmine’s chair.

I unbuttoned my jeans, lowered the zipper, and yanked them down along with my underwear.

He licked his lips. “Are you sure about this? Because it’s pretty unusual for someone to wake up and randomly decide they’re okay with having gay sex.”

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