Page 34 of Gambler's Conceit

If I didn’t know better—if he hadn’t balked initially, if his eyes weren’t a little frantic, maybe—I’d think he was into it.

Push him more, my darker urges say.Make him cry.

I stroke his hair gently. “I’ve been told I shouldn’t sexually harass my employees.”

Seven gives me a brittle smile. “But I’m not an employee.”

I chuckle and point to Havoc and Vortex. “But they are.” I grin at them. “Are you feeling harassed?”

Vortex shakes his head. “No, boss,” he says hoarsely, glancing up at me before returning his gaze back to Seven’s face.

“You good there, Seven?” Havoc asks, his eyes flitting between me and Seven. “I’ve already got a track record of beating up the boss, so it won’t be a hardship doing it again.”

Seven laughs. “Really? You’ll have to tell me about it sometime.” He shrugs, sitting back onto his legs. “I’m fine. Caleb and I have an arrangement.”

“Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” I suggest. “Vortex and Havoc can supervise and make sure I’m not doing anything untoward with my pretty little pet.”

“You’re planning on doing things that areplentyuntoward,” Seven points out, but he takes my hand when I offer it, getting to his feet.

“Nothing we haven’t all agreed to,” I say, wrapping my arm around Seven’s waist. I wave to the other two. “Your choice, right now. Once my bedroom door closes, it’s going to stay closed.”

Vortex jerks his head in a nod, already striding toward the bedroom. He ruffles Seven’s hair as he passes him.

Havoc drops the ice pack onto the kitchen island. “Fine. I’m coming. And I expect tocome, too. I’ve already been cockblocked once today.”

Seven casts an inscrutable look in his direction, but all he says is, “Nacho and Miss K might fight.”

I look around the room, but I don’t see Miss K anywhere. Nacho has already found the cat tree and clambored to the top of it.

“They’ll be fine,” I say, leading him toward the bedroom. “You have more pressing issues to concern yourself with right now.”

I press my hand against his crotch, giving his cock a light squeeze. He groans, his mostly soft cock starting to stiffen at thetouch. I smile, and when we get into the bedroom, I close the door behind the four of us.

I stand behind Seven and wrap my arms around his shoulders. “Now then. Let’s really give everybody a show.”

NINE

SEVEN

Give everybody a show.

I have to swallow hard against the bile in my throat.

I don’t want to give anyone a show. I don’t want to be somebody’s toy to be shown off. I don’t want to be the entertainment.

Caleb made it extremely clear where I stand, though, so I smile and press my ass against his crotch.

“What kind of show are you thinking, Master?” I ask flirtatiously, heat flooding my face. I hate that calling himMasterturns me on this much even while I’m screaming inside—but I can’t change it, so I might as well lean into it.

Caleb leans in and kisses the side of my jaw. “I believe you were in the middle of getting fucked by Havoc when Vortex interrupted.” He trails his fingers down the length of my arm. “It seems rude to not let Havoc finish.”

I shiver.

Havoc makes an amused sound. “Sure, I’ll fuck him. I’ll loosen him up so much, he won’t even feel your cocks when I’m through.”

Vortex sneers at him. “Like that’s going to happen,” he mutters. “I doubt you can loosen him up much at all, you limp-dicked?—”

Caleb clears his throat in clear warning, and Vortex falters.