Orion points a piece of bread at Callum. “Women like a little mystery. Something complicated. Like me. Sexy as hell and also deep.”
“Deep?” Noah teases. “I’m complicated. Look sweet but…”
Callum laughs. “You are sweet.”
Orion winks at Noah. “That’s why she’s all over Vitaly. He’s got that mixed signal. Looks like he could make you disappear but bakes.”
Callum picks up a shell and feeds me from his fingers. “I can be sweet. Can’t bake for shit and don’t speak Russian, but I can speak in tongues. Clit, mouth, or nipples?”
My nipples go diamond-hard.
Aching to be bitten.
Chewed.
Sucked until I whimper.
“Complicated?” Elliot says.
Callum stretches out in his seat, kicks his feet up onto Elliot’s chair, immediately getting swatted for it, and grins at me like the devil he is.
“And what’s my job, Madness?” Callum asks. “Seduce the mystery bitch and see if she screams my name in Russian?”
“Not sure yet. I’ll know more after we plant the nanny cam,” I answer.
Elliot actually chokes on his wine. “Excuse me? Planting what?”
Noah freezes, fork midair.
I grin. “You heard me. If I can’t figure out what he’s hiding by breaking into his house again, I’m going to watch him until he shows me.”
Orion whistles low. “Goddamn, I love when you get feral.”
“Thank you, baby.” I pat his cheek. “I’ll handle the house. His street’s quiet. Noah can drop a few in back rooms at the bakery.”
Orion pulls me into his lap.
Arms wrapping around my waist.
“You’re not going alone,” he says.
Oh.
My fierce protecter.
“I’ll be fine,” I protest.
His grip tightens. “Not a request, sweetheart.”
I melt into him.
Because of course I do.
“Fine. You can be my lookout,” I say.
Callum salutes me with his wine glass. “If I see you running, I’m filming it. Your ass in that skirt? Shit, I’d pay for that content.”
“Pervert,” Elliot says.
