Page 26 of Love & Power

“Does that suit have mustaches sewn on it?” Astin questioned, trying not to laugh as Hound checked himself out in the mirror, pretending to be a male model.

“Fuck yeah, it does,” he announced proudly, flashing a toothy grin. “How the hell are there not more people who wear shit like this? Come on, who doesn’t want a suit with embroidered mustaches on it?”

All the jackets he picked were black, and the different elements added in various shades of gray. Some you had to really look to tell what the design was while others were blatantly obvious.

“I draw the line at SpongeBob, Hound. There is no way I could ever find you sexy wearing that,” Astin informed the man.

Instantly, Hound yanked off the jacket, threw it across the room, stalked over to Astin, and kissed the hell out of her. “Have I erased it from your mind yet, Luna? Be honest because there is no way I’m letting a damn talking sponge become a cockblock between us.”

“What sponge?” Astin asked, acting for all the world like she had no idea what he was talking about.

“Exactly,” Hound agreed, kissing her once more. “I think five is enough to start with, right?”

Astin and I both agreed it was a start, so he proudly collected his new jackets and headed up front to pay for them.

“He has no idea, does he?” Astin murmured.

“That no one but him would ever dare to buy those? Or the fact that the rest of us, even Atticus, have at least twenty full suits in our closet?” I asked.

“Both,” she admitted with a sharp nod.

Letting out a sigh, I turned to face her. “Not everyone can be blessed with good taste in clothes, but we have to accept them as they are and occasionally burn an item so they never can wear it again.”

Jace entered the fitting room with two suits, pausing as Astin burst into laughter. “What? You haven’t even seen me try them on yet.”

She waved a hand to tell him she wasn’t laughing at him.

“It’s not you. I made a joke just before you walked in,” I explained, coming to the rescue.

“Ah, well, I’m gonna try these on real quick. The others already have what they want and started to check out,” Jace shared, entering one of the rooms and pulling the curtain closed.

“Okay, I’m gonna head back up front,” Astin said, having composed herself.

The curtain pulled back to reveal a shirtless Jace, making us both freeze. “I could use an opinion if one or both of you wanted to help me out.”

“Yeah.”

“Sure.”

Astin and I both said, answering at the same time. Jace smiled mischievously and stepped back, leaving the curtain open. Not one to need a second invitation, I grabbed Astin’s hand and pulled her after me. Jace stood in just his boxers, leaning against the back wall next to the mirror. I fumbled with the curtain trying to hook the one side to keep it closed, knowing we were going to play one of my favorite games—don’t get caught.

“Princess, I want you to take off your underwear and sit in that chair,” Jace instructed.

The outfit I helped her pick out was a dress with a thin-lined black and white pattern. It was fitted to show off her bust and waistline then fell loosely to the floor. Astin did as she was told without hesitation, handing Jace her white lace underwear when he reached for it. We both watched as he slipped them into his pants pocket hanging on the back of the chair.

“Pup, come here and kneel,” Jace ordered.

My mouth watered, knowing what was going to come next, feeling my rock-hard cock pressing against the fabric of my pants as I kneeled. Jace’s hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to look up and see the excitement in his gaze.

“You know the rules, right, pup?” he questioned.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy, now tell them to princess so we can play our game,” Jace said, turning me to look at her.

“Rule one, don’t make a sound. Rule two, don’t stop just because we hear someone close by. Rule three, if we get caught, there will be a punishment given later,” I explained.

Out of all the times we’ve played this game, we’d only ever been caught once, and it was a drunken idiot who fell into the bathroom stall door. I never let myself get loud enough to be heard—the thrill was in the almost part of the situation.