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Trev shivered as the cool leather touched his skin, and he took a deep breath. The brush of Jupiter’s fingers was a tease, and he longed to feel them all over his body. Trev might keep the collar and let Jupiter drag him around a little—fuck, later.

They had an escape to pull off.

“There.” Jupiter adjusted the collar. “How’s that?”

“Fine.” Trev touched it.

It was infinitely more comfortable than the other one, and something about it made his breath hitch.

The weight, the texture, the… something.

His lashes fluttered when Jupiter attached the leash.

“Still good?” Jupiter frowned. “If it’s too much, just tell me to go get you more champagne, okay? Then I’ll know to get you out of there?—”

“It’s okay. Really.” Trev flashed one of his well-practiced smiles.

Jupiter didn’t look convinced, and Trev hoped he didn’t push.

He did not want to explain that the collar was getting him hot right now.

Maybe later.

Much, much later.

“All right.” Jupiter grabbed the other end of the leash and looped some of the excess chain around his hand. “Ready to go?”

“Oh. Yes. Can’t wait.” Trev curled his upper lip. “This is going to be so much fun.”

Jupiter wiggled the leash. “Come on. It won’t be that bad. I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Trev sneered.

As they stepped out into the hallway, Trev took a deep breath.

“Ready?” Jupiter asked, his tone betraying how concerned he was.

“I’m ready,” Trev confirmed as he gave Jupiter’s arm a squeeze. “Let’s go party.”

Jupiter led Trev down the hallway, past a massive ballroom that was likely their next destination, and then into the kitchen. It was an impressive space with top-of-the-line appliances, currently occupied by the catering staff and big carts packed full of food.

“And why are we in here?” Trev asked dryly.

He knew part of the reason—to make sure the keys for the fleet were in the little case by the door. A cursory glance confirmed they hadn’t been moved, so that at least was good. But Jupiter had said he had something for Trev, though Trev couldn’t imagine why whatever it was would be in the kitchen.

Jupiter only smirked, reaching into the fridge. He pulled out a small plastic container, inside of which was a bright pink rose boutonniere. “I had a feeling you were gonna hate the suit, so… Thought maybe you’d enjoy a little splash of color.”

Trev smiled. “So, you already knew the suit was hideous in advance.”

“I didn’t say that. I said I had a feeling that you were gonna hate it.”

“Because it’s hideous.”

“Do you want the damn flower or not?”

“Yes, please.” Trev batted his eyes and stuck his chest out. “Give it to me, Daddy.”

“Oh, I’ll give it to you, all right.” Jupiter chuckled as he pinned the flower in Trev’s lapel. “There.”