Page 74 of F*ck Steal Kill

“Hullaballoo.”

The chain was dropped as Max opened the door, a ridiculous smile on his face that made my heart flop over and my insides feel light and fluttery.

“Hi,” he said, his cheeks pinking.

Before thinking too long about it, I bent down and kissed him. It lasted for only a few seconds before I stepped back. I watched as he blinked, his hand going up to his lips as I walked further into the room. Smirking, I discreetly shifted my cock as it grew heavier from that simple contact.

Tossing my jacket onto the chair, I’d barely turned when the inner door to the girl’s room burst open, and Holland ran through.

“You’re here!” she yelled, taking off and jumping into my arms.

Instinctively, I caught her as Holland wrapped her legs around my waist. She kissed me, her hands holding my cheeks. It felt like everything was right again, the two pieces of my heart safe with me.

“I missed you, Temptress,” I whispered when she pulled back.

“I’ll say,” she teased, then dropped her eyes to my crotch. My cock had fully hardened with her body pressed against me. “Though I don’t think I’m the cause of all of it.” She smirked, lifting a brow.

I glanced over at Max, his eyes heated as he watched the two of us. He peered up when he felt my stare, giving me a soft smile.

“No, you’re not wrong,” I admitted, making Max’s cheeks turn a lovely rose this time.

“Do you think we have time—” Holland started.

“Nope,” Grady said, entering the room and shutting down her question. Holland pouted but didn’t retort, and I noticed my usually scowly boss was less ‘mad at the world’ than he’d been a few hours earlier.

Interesting.

There was even a slight smile on his face as he took his position leaning against the dresser, his eyes heating as they trailed over our girl.

Lacey and Joy joined us before I could interrogate Grady, but I wouldn’t forget to grill him later.

“Alright, gang, gather round, and let’s get this debriefing started. We’ve all been up for a while, and tomorrow will be all hands on deck.”

I sat on the bed and shifted Holland in my arms so she sat between my legs. She leaned back against my chest and reached for Max to join us. He slid onto the other side and curled up to my side, my body releasing the last of the tension I held as I was cocooned by both of them.

“Holland and I got ample footage of the comings and goings of the businesses. Once Max runs it through his program, we’ll have the key players and areas of weakness. Joy, Lacey, what did you discover at the club?”

Joy sniffed the air and then crossed her legs on the other bed. “And here I thought Lace and I would smell the most like sex. Add in the stick up your ass being gone, and I’m gonna guess you finally got some. So, how was it?” she asked, turning to Holland.

Grady’s mouth dropped open, and his head swiveled to Holland.

“It was—”

“Don’t answer that,” he huffed.

“—hot. He totally has some Daddy Dom energy with a side of praise. Hit all the buttons,” Holland said, ignoring Grady.

“I could see that,” Lacey said, leaning back on the bed. “How—”

“Enough.” Grady’s face was beet red as he growled. “I get that you’re used to doing things differently, but can we not?” He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face in exasperation.

The girls twittered but mimed zipping their lips.

“Joy?” Grady provided when she didn’t finish answering his question from earlier.

“Oh, right. We have plans later with two guys we met. Hello, new fuck pool.”

“I also got us on the list for the party tomorrow. I’ll be serving while Joy’s performing. Not that my outfit is much better,” Lacey said with all the enthusiasm of a root canal.

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