Page 11 of Chloé

“You think that’ll be enough room?”

Zayne looked back to the empty shelves and hanging area. “Itshouldbe? But there are twelve boxes.”

“True. But we can move her set of drawers up here too, and if she needs more room, we can always have something worked out. Maybe have something built?”

Zayne chuckled. “Yeah, we totally can. I’m just trying to work out where you put all ofyourclothes.”

Ethan pushed off the frame and walked over to him. “I don’t have that many.”

Zayne looked to the suits and dress pants hanging. “You have more than these.”

“I do. But we also have an estate thirty minutes away from here with more bedrooms than a small hotel. I realized I don’t need as many clothes as I was keeping here.”

“So you cleared them out for Red?”

“I did.”

Zayne’s lips curved. “That was nice.”

“It was common sense.”

Zayne leaned in and whispered over his lips. “No. It was nice. Admit it. You want to make sure she feels at home.”

“And you don’t?”

“I didn’t say that…” He smoothed a palm down Ethan’s hard chest to his waist. The sound of Chloé’s shower filtered in through the open door. “Butyouwant to make sure she feels like she’s more than just a naked body to us. That she’s ours.”

Ethan cocked his head in the direction of the en suite, and Zayne nodded.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“It might’ve crossed my mind.”

Zayne grinned against Ethan’s lips. “See. Nice.”

Quick as lightning, Ethan struck. He grabbed Zayne’s wrist, spun him around, and shoved him up against one side of the closet. Ethan muscled in behind him and trapped Zayne’s hand against the empty shelf above him.

Zayne’s heart and cock throbbed as the sharp scrape of teeth abraded his skin, and a low groan rumbled out of him.

“Tell me I’m nice again,” Ethan dared as he rubbed his erection against Zayne’s ass.

“Sofucking nice.”

“You’re going to regret saying that.”

“Promise?” Zayne gripped the shelf and shoved back into Ethan’s strong embrace.

“Yes. But not right now. I’m going to make you wait for it.” He nipped at Zayne’s ear. “Then I’m going to make you beg.”

Ethan released him, and Zayne turned around and palmed the hard-on straining against his denim.

“Thatis mine.” Ethan slapped his hand away. “No touching. The next time you come will be when I let you. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Good. Now, let’s go and deal with these boxes so Chloé doesn’t have to.”

Together they moved all the boxes markedshoesandclothesup to the bedroom and closet area, and once they got through with that, Zayne spotted the one markedbooksand groaned.

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