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“Are you telling me I’m a child?”
“No.” I grin. “That’s gross. I’m telling you you’re being a brat.”
I motion her over, and she comes, her hand curling through my hair as I pull her on my lap.
Then because she’s about to say something, I kiss her, taking my fill. Because if you ask me, it’s been way too long since I’ve tasted her sweetness, the slide of her tongue. The honey of her.
Enzo clears his throat. “Still here.”
I kiss her again. And slide my hand up her top to fondle her breasts.
“Definitely my cue to leave,” he mutters.
“I don’t know.” I pull her shirt up higher so he can see her back and the start of her bra. It’s a back clasp, and I want it undone. “She likes being watched, remember?”
Vi hits me, wiggling back, trying to get free, but I hold her on my lap, pushing my erection up so she can feel it between her thighs.
“Cade,” she mutters.
“Fuck, I remember. And I don’t want to,” Enzo says as I start to tug her T-shirt up again.
“Cade!” she squeals.
“Yeah, Cade. You two can fucking at least try to keep it in your pants until I’m out the door.”
And with that, he grabs his computer and runs.
“Weakling,” I call out to him.
And then I’m lost in the pleasures of Vi.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
VIOLET
“No way,”Cade snaps. “Absolutely not.”
“It’s the only way,” I say.
He stares at me, anger burning hot in his eyes as he does so.
I’m still in my work clothes and nothing’s happened since last night. Not that I expect progress to happen fast, but I’m aware that the longer it takes, the more likely it is that Gianna will end up dead.
I pace the living room. “You told me that you can’t get into the training center, and somewhere like that is the likely spot to keep girls. You told me that is what your contact said to you when you met them last night. That that’s where they keep the most prized girls.”
“The most prized girls or the ones that they can’t afford to be out even in the exclusive general company of the club. And you’re not about to go in there.”
I go up to him and press up on my toes and kiss him.
He doesn’t wind his arms around me like he usually does, which tells me just how against this he is.
So, I rest my hands on his chest and drop back to my heels.
My plan is one I knew he wouldn’t like, but after work today, knowing that Walsh isn’t extending his Washington DC visit and is hiding out for some reason here in New York, knowing he’s most likely behind Gianna’s disappearance, I don’t think we can wait.
“Offering myself up as bait by telling Thomas I’m interested in exploring my kinks more?—”
“Vi.”
