Page 73 of Overexposed

I scoffed a slightly unhinged laugh, shaking my head. “No thanks. I’m quite comfy as I am.”

His brows hitched and he folded his arms across his chest. He’d ditched the jacket at some point, and his shirtsleeves were rolled up in a stupidly sexy way. It wasn’t fair that he looked so much like Gem…because now I was staring at his slacks and wondering justhowidentical they were.

“Okay, then. I’ll wait right here. Get out.” His glare was heavy and a little bit heated as he planted his feet and watched me, unblinking, as I floated in the pool.

“That’s enough, Sev,” Gem said, intervening as he grabbed a stack of towels from one of the loungers. “Fuck off. Seeing Slick naked isnotin your budget.”

“Seconded,” Ollie agreed, hopping out of the water totally naked and seemingly unbothered by that fact. “This is a private party, bro. Invite only. Snow, did you invite Seven?”

I swiped my tongue over my lips, letting that scenario play out in my head for a moment. “Nope, I sure did not.”

Seven’s brow dipped in a scowl. “We had an arrangement, and you?—”

“Save it,” Gem snapped, tossing a towel to Ollie and giving Seven a shove in the direction of the house. “This isn’t appropriate.”

I thought for sure Seven was going to stand his ground and argue, but after a couple of moments sharing eye contact with his twin, he jerked a short nod and stalked back into the house.

Once he was gone, I let out a long breath and let myself sink back beneath the water. What I would give to grow some gills and never return to the surface…

chapter

twenty-seven

Stella

Much to my disappointment, I did have to eventually resurface for air, but Gem was right there waiting with a dry towel. He wrapped me up like a human burrito, then tossed me over his shoulder while I cracked up laughing at the absurdity of it all.

My wet hair hung down over my face, so I didn’t catch sight of Demon Spawn as Gem carried me upstairs to his bedroom where he laid me out on his bed and proceeded to eat my pussy like a starving man while my arms remained trapped in the towel prison.

When I came, I bit my lip to keep from being too loud, but Gem wasn’t satisfied.

“Try again, Slick,” he growled, then bit my inner thigh hard enough to make me yelp. “This time scream my name.”

I was nothing if not obedient—at least as far as Gem was concerned, anyway. And when he was willing to put in the work…

“Oh, uh! Gem!”I screamed it this time. “Yes! Gem! Don’t fucking stop!”

Apparently, I wasn’t the only obedient one.

He let up on me after my second climax tailed off, chuckling smugly to himself as he licked his lips—and mine—to clean up, then helped me untangle from the towel. The man was a god; he carried me right into the shower with him and rinsed us both off before toweling me down and setting me on the bed again.

“I’ll grab you some clothes,” he murmured, disappearing into his massive walk-in closet while I lay boneless and more than satisfied on his bed.

He returned with a T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts, which were both designer label and felt incredible against my skin. Better still, they smelled like him.

“Jealous,” Ollie muttered with a pout as we returned back downstairs with flushed faces and easy smiles. “Remind me to hold the towels next time.”

“Next time?” Seven barked, already pacing a hole in the floor in front of the bar. “There won’t be a next time. Do you have no concept of the agreement we made, Stella? Do you seriously not fucking comprehend the fact that you arriving at a party with me and the leaving withhim”—he jerked a thumb in Ollie’s direction—“could completely fuck the story we only just started to craft?”

“How do you know it was him?” Gem asked, flopping down on the sofa with zero fucks about Seven’s rant. “Could have been me. I do love to rescue a damsel myself. And if it was me, then no one would be any the wiser…”

Seven glared daggers. “It wasn’t.”

“Chill out, Sev,” Ollie added. “No one saw us, and what happens in the privacy of our own home is also no one's business. Not even yours, funnily enough.”

“Itismy business because I’m literally paying the stray by the damn hour for her time and you two are out there playing hide the pickle in our pool. Which, by the fucking way, I expect you to sanitize before the morning because I do not need to swim in a pool of your semen.”

Ollie and Gem exchanged a long look, while I wrinkled my nose. “Pickle is a bit inaccurate, isn’t it?” I muttered, mostly to myself. “Cucumber is closer to reality. Or a zucchini? One of those ones they grow for farmers markets and shit, where they win prizes for their enormous…um…vegetables.”

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