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Looking at him in the mirror, I reply, “The grin on your face says it all. You haven’t smiled like that since you moved to Carrington Cove.”

“The reason I’m smiling is because I’m fucking happy for the first time in a long time, and that’s because of you.”

My heart climbs into my throat. “You really mean that?”

“ Yes.” He presses his lips to mine. “You’re making me reevaluate some things, which is fucking terrifying, but I promise you, this is more than just sex for me, Hazel. Okay?”

I nod. “Okay.”

With one more kiss, he releases me and brushes a hand through his hair. “I have to go. Axel has me doing a bunch of shit before my appointments today.”

“Okay. I hope you have a good day.”

“You too, baby. Don’t forget I want to take you somewhere tonight, all right?”

“I can’t wait.”

He winks at me and then heads out, leaving me alone for another hour until my next client comes in.

I stare at my desk where Gage just fucked me and sigh, reaching for my phone because I need someone to talk me through everything that has happened this past week.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Laney. Are you busy?”

“I have twenty minutes before my next client, so I’m shoving food in my mouth. But I can listen. What’s up? Has Gage been fucking you all week with his magical, bejeweled dick?”

I roll my eyes as I begin to pace my studio. “It’s not bejeweled. There are no jewels on it, okay? It’s a Jacob’s ladder with barbells.”

“God, I’m so jealous. That’s so fucking hot. I always heard there were men out there who would endure the pain for penis jewelry, but I thought it was just a myth.”

“Not a myth. And I am definitely enjoying every inch of his.”

Laney giggles. “I’m glad.”

“But…”

“Oh no.” Laney groans. “Buts are never good.”

“ Well, it’s not a bad but, more like a concerned but.”

“Okay…”

I sink into the chair behind my desk. “Well, for starters, I’m terrified to ask him what happens in three months when the six-month arrangement is up.”

Laney hums. “Yeah, that’s valid. But it’s only been a week since you two finally admitted your feelings, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then don’t freak out yet. Just keep enjoying the sex for the time being.”

“Oh, I am. But that’s the other problem.”

“Jesus, I knew this man was too good to be true. He’s a fast shooter, huh?”

“What? No!”

Laney laughs. “Okay, then what’s the issue?”

I look across my studio, wondering if I’m making a bigger deal out of this than I should be. “Twice now, right after we’ve had sex, Gage got dizzy.”

“Your pussy must be magical.”

I roll my eyes, even though she can’t see me. “I’m serious, Laney. I feel like something is off.”

“How many times has it happened?”

“Twice.”

“And how many times have you two had sex now?”

I try to count in my head, but it’s useless. “I’ve lost count, girl.”

She laughs. “Well, did you ask him about it?”

“I mean, I asked if he’s okay, and he just jokes that the sex was so good…”

“Getting dizzy after sex doesn’t sound too serious. I mean, they do exert themselves quite a bit, if I remember correctly. Although, it’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed a dick that wasn’t made of silicone and battery-operated, and Seth lasted about five minutes each time, so I’m no expert.”

I cackle. “So I take it that you still have no plans to get drunk and come on to Fletcher again the next time you see him? I would almost bet money that he can fuck you better than Seth ever did.”

Laney snorts. ““I’m sure any man, not just Fletcher, would make that happen. But finding out would require me to talk to Fletcher, and the last thing I want to do is open up that wound again. This thing happening between you and Gage is different though…”

She doesn’t even have to finish her thought. “I know, Laney. You’re right. I’m sorry for the bad joke.”

“It’s okay. Just know that the chances of me ever coming on to him again are slim to none.

Honestly, I hope he forgot about it and it’s not even a blip in his memory.

Unlike for me, where I relive it late at night when I’m trying to fall asleep.

” We share a laugh. “But hey, I need to get ready for my next client.”

Sighing, I lean back in my chair. “Okay, but do you really think I’m making too big of a deal with Gage’s dizzy spells?”

“If he’s not worried, I wouldn’t stress about it. Just enjoy the pierced dick for every other woman out there who has the fantasy but hasn’t found her unicorn yet.”

Laughing, I let out a heavy sigh. “Okay. Thanks for talking me off a ledge.”

We end the call and I turn in my chair, waking up my computer so I can do some work before my client arrives, trying like hell to stop overthinking everything that’s happened with Gage in the past week—because if I don’t, I have a feeling this might end up like every other relationship I’ve ever had—a disapp ointment.

***

“This is where your aunt told you to take me?” My gaze moves around the store, where I’m feeling very out of place, even though I throw parties for this kind of stuff regularly.

“I think we can both agree that my aunt was not afraid to think outside the box. I’m more impressed that she knew we’d be having sex by now and planned the delivery of this letter perfectly.” Gage places his hand on the small of my back and guides me toward the bondage wall.

“She knew you’d only be able to resist me for so long,” I tease.

When Gage told me the latest letter from his aunt was addressed only to him, I found it odd, but everything about this arrangement is odd, so I didn’t think much of it.

But when the letter led us to Cum and Get Sum, the new sex shop the girls told me about, I couldn’t help but wonder if Diane was just fucking with us at this point.

“I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did.” He wraps his arms around me from behind and presses his lips to my neck.

We walk past a display of lube before we come to an assortment of whips, chains, and nipple clamps, where he tugs me to a stop.

He leans in and his lips graze my ear as he whispers, “What do you fantasize about, Spitfire? Tell me what you want.”

So many ideas form in my mind at once that I don’t know which one to voice first. “I’ve always wanted to be tied up,” I say under my breath.

His grip on my waist tightens. “Hmmm, we could make that happen.” Another brush of his lips makes my skin break out in goosebumps. “What else?”

“For some reason, the idea of you fucking my boobs is really hot,” I admit, turning to meet his eyes. “Especially with those piercings.”

He pushes his cock into my back. “Fuck, baby. That sounds perfect.”

“And then you mentioned anal…”

“I did…”

I reach for one of the silicone anal plug sets, plucking it from the wall. “Well, that’s something I’d love to try with you.”

A throat clearing behind us makes me freeze. I twist slowly and come face to face with two of the last people I’d want to run into here, even though I knew Willow wanted to visit this place.

I just didn’t think she’d do it on the same night as us—and with my brother.

“Dallas? Willow?”

Willow’s cheeks turn bright pink, and my brother looks like he’s about to vomit.

“Uh, hey, Hazel. Fancy seeing you here,” Willow says, breaking the awkward silence.

“Um, yeah.” I turn in Gage’s arms, concealing his raging hard-on behind me. “What are the chances?” I flick my eyes over to my brother.

He grunts, but Willow keeps rubbing his arm. That’s when my eyes drop to what he’s holding and I almost lose my shit.

“What the fuck?”

A voice pulls my gaze to the left where I find Penn holding the biggest dildo I’ve ever seen while Astrid casually inspects a lace teddy like we’re at a damn farmers' market.

What the fuck is going on?

“Penn? Astrid?”

Astrid waves like this is completely normal. “Hey, Hazel! Isn’t this place great?”

My eyes dip back down to the two-foot-long dildo my second oldest brother is holding. “Uh…”

“ Hey, guys,” Gage says, reaching out to shake my brothers’ hands.

I look over at him and mouth, ‘What the fuck?’

“Let’s pretend this never happened,” Dallas says, taking a step back and avoiding my eyes. But when he shifts, something slips from his grip, clattering to the floor.

“Shit,” Dallas mutters.

I gape. The image of my oldest brother scrambling to retrieve a bondage kit, a strap-on, and another dildo is burned into my brain forever.

“Uh…” I manage, still stuck in horror paralysis.

“You guys have a nice night,” Gage finally chimes in, steering me away from my brothers and the evidence that they do, in fact, have sex lives. Apparently, very kinky sex lives.

I shudder, burying my head in my hands. “Oh God, oh God…”

Gage is trying not to laugh as he continues to guide me away. “I’m sorry, baby. But fuck…that was hilarious.”

“I’m never going to be able to look my brothers in the eye again.”

“Oh, come on, Spitfire. Everyone has sex.”

“Not my brothers.”

Gage scoffs. “I thought you were the one who encouraged Cashlynn to sleep with Parker to get him to snap? And didn’t you hit Penn in the head with a dildo at one of your passion parties?”

“That was different. There were no personal details or insights into their kin—” I can’t even say it without gagging. “How do you know about that anyway?”

“Oh, I learned all kinds of shit about your brothers while I was helping build Michael’s jungle gym… Like how siblings will go to some weird lengths just to get payback.”

The moment he says the words, I freeze. “What did you just say?”

Gage’s grin is growing wider by the second.

I t ake a step toward him, but my phone dings in my pocket before I can speak. When I take it out and see a text from Parker, I curse. “Fuck.”

Parker: Your face was priceless *laughing face emoji*

I lift my head to find Gage practically vibrating with glee, just as Dallas and Willow come around the corner, fighting to keep their composure. Penn and Astrid slide out from behind the display of condoms just as Penn whacks me on the back with the two-foot-long dildo he was holding earlier.