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Lane kissed him again. “You do this for me and I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” Interest sparked in Derick’s eyes.

Lane knew his husband. He rubbed his moist lips against Derick’s in a sultry move, whispering, “I’ll do that thing you like.”

Hot breath came in short bursts as Derick’s arousal pressed against Lane’s hip. “With music and that black thong?” he rasped, the color bleeding away from his eyes as his pupils enlarged.

“All of it. And I’ve found a new dildo I think you’re gonna love.” He smirked, knowing he’d won, but didn’t gloat too much. “So you’ll mention it tomorrow?”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Silas

Silas was still trying to wrap his head around the thoughts of Ziggy chasing off Booker’s father at the weekend. From the way Bowie spoke about it, it sounded like that asshole got the fucking fright of his life, and Silas would have paid good money to watch. Yes, he’d pumped Bowie for information when he’d accidentally—on purpose—found him in the coffee lounge that morning, knowing what time Bowie took his morning break. Was he surreptitiously stalking Ziggy, kind of following Booker’s example? Yes. Would he admit it? Not if his life depended upon it.

His phone vibrated on the desk, and he caught the name ‘Ziggy’ in the alphahole message pop-up box next to Jupiter’s name. He was reaching for it before he could stop himself, then wished he’d not bothered at what Jupiter had written. Scowling and swearing loudly, he was grateful he was alone, as he wasn’t sure he’d be able to contain his irritation.

Alphaholes

Jupiter:What’s this about Ziggy chasing down a guy at the lake in his snake form, then getting a date with the police officer after he saw him? All the PAs are gossiping about it. It seems our little snake has some hidden talents I might need to explore!

Booker:Leave it be, Jup!

Jupiter:Why? Oh, that’s right, bears don’t like snakes.

Booker:That’s got fuck all to do with it. Just don’t be your usual asshole self, okay?

Jupiter hadn’t been home at the weekend so clearly hadn’t caught up on what had happened. And trust him to be the one to find out Ziggy was possibly going out on a date—with someone that wasn’t him. The thought took root like a weed spreading inside him so fast he couldn’t stop it. Silas was grateful to Booker for trying to warn Jupiter off, so he didn’t have to… but his fingers were already flying over the screen.

Silas:What the fuck are you talking about, Jup?

Jupiter:Get with the programme, Silas. Ziggy was your PA for weeks before he came to me, surely you saw his hidden talents? I’m looking forward to seeing his sexy snake.

Silas:You fucking look sideways at him and you’ll have me to answer too!

The second he pressed send, Silas realised his mistake at what he’d written. Jupiter was a wind up merchant and the idea of him—anyone—seeing Ziggy in his snake form… he struggled to catch his breath. His head a fucked up mess.

Rue:Okay, Silas what’s with that? It’s not like you’re dating him. Ziggy is free to date whomever he wants. And if he chooses Jup then it proves he’s got no more sense than all the other airheads Jup dates.

Jupiter:I don’t date Rue and the last guy I fucked has a PHD in physics, so fuck you.

Laken:Rue, give the fuck over. Stop being derogatory about who Jup dates. And Jup, if I were you I’d step away from the fucking grenade. It’s gonna blow up in your face.

Jupiter:Thanks, I think, Laken. But can you stop being so dramatic. And once more I don’t fucking date! I’m with Rue, Ziggy is a free man to FUCK whoever he wants.

Kodi:Takes a seat to watch the fallout.

Kari:Come on Kodi, stop being a dick. Don’t wind up Silas or Jup, you know how much he enjoys it.

Dad:Why do my sons feel the need to talk shit? Maybe it’s time you all went to Silas’s ranch for the corporate team building seven day package he has? In fact, now that I think about it, it’s a perfect idea. Silas, you can arrange it. Maybe it will help with all this testosterone being thrown around.

Jupiter:No way Dad, I’ll hate ranch life. All those smells!

Silas:Scared you’ll get some dirt on you? Big wuss.

Laken:It doesn’t smell as bad as Emmy’s diaper.

Booker:That’s my daughter you’re talking about!

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