bra, capturing Charles’ attention immediately.
Her breasts were so perky and perfect. And the soft moans she made when he sucked on them…
Jonas snorted and took a sip of his coffee as Sasha’s magic fell away. Charles staggered forward before he could catch himself, the seared skin from her magic now throbbing. As was his hard cock.
“Punishment fits the crime,” Jonas said in a rasp, snagging a piece of bacon off the plate Jessenta laid on the counter.
“I can think of better punishments than that,” Sasha grumbled. “But I’d ruin the kitchen.”
“Wasn’t talking about that punishment. Good morning, mongrel. Sleep well?” Jonas snagged another piece of bacon and headed toward the doorway, saying to Charles, “Hurry up, child. I’m your ride to the Mansion. You finally got a car. Congratulations. Soon you’ll need it to tote around your kids.”
A thrill of both excitement and fear fired through Charles. His eyebrows lowered in response, noticing the dark eyes of the Boss on him. He met that gaze, not caring if it was seen as a challenge. He didn’t want kids yet, at least not ones he had to help to raise. If some female wanted a little sperm as a donation, fine, but no leash would be applied to his nuts because of it.
“Nice glitter, Ann,” Sasha said with assessing eyes.
Ann glanced at her chest and arms before shrugging. “I finally shagged the naked idiot leaking orange juice all over the floor. His party decor rubbed off.”
“What are you taking with you tonight?” the Boss asked, sitting next to Sasha.
Ann glanced at Charles before sticking out her hand for the orange juice. She did a double-take, her gaze snapping back to his like a rubber band. “You okay, killer?”
Charles handed over the orange juice. “Yep.” He brushed past her and snagged a piece of bacon. “Boss, I’ll talk to you at the Mansion.”
As he was leaving the kitchen, he heard Sasha ask, “Are you okay?”
She wasn’t talking to him, she was talking to Ann.
Despite himself, Charles slowed as he rounded the corner.
“Great. He is a fan-tast-ic lay. Fantastic. Best I’ve had, and I don’t even care if it boosts his ego. That’s how good.”
“But… you’re not… upset that he doesn’t want anything else?” Sasha persisted.
A chair scraped against the tile. “I knew that going in. It’s fine. I scratched an itch, I know what’s behind door number three, and I’m good.”
“Huh. Well. Okay, then. Are you going to do it again?”
Charles started as the Boss’ big shoulders appeared around the corner. Charles was walking as soon as he could get his legs moving, but the tweak in the Boss’ lips said he knew Charles was eavesdropping.
When a bad situation gets worse…
“I thought you were going to find out what she’s taking tonight?” Charles asked as the Boss caught up with him.
“I will when she’s done talking to Sasha. You got everything ready?”
They walked through the empty living room. “Yeah—where’re the kids?”
“They’re at the park with Emmy and Selene. What did Jameson scrounge up technology-wise?”
They left the house. Jonas stood next to his Hummer, staring out at nothing. The male was a cranky ol’ sod, but he could do patience like nobody’s business. He just… shut off, somehow.
“I have a device to deaden communication. It’ll cut out cell phones, walkie-talkies, any surveillance traveling through the air-waves…”
“Anything else?”
Jonas looked over as they approached the car.
“I also have a coded cell phone that may work around a device of theirs that cuts out communication,” Charles continued. “Jameson doesn’t have faith that the nerds got that one right.”
The Boss leaned against the Hummer. “We hacked into the nearest satellite and were able to get an image before we were kicked out again. It’s a large facility sprawling within the mountains. Looks high-tech. We didn’t see any elaborate defense. Just a fence and a
Her breasts were so perky and perfect. And the soft moans she made when he sucked on them…
Jonas snorted and took a sip of his coffee as Sasha’s magic fell away. Charles staggered forward before he could catch himself, the seared skin from her magic now throbbing. As was his hard cock.
“Punishment fits the crime,” Jonas said in a rasp, snagging a piece of bacon off the plate Jessenta laid on the counter.
“I can think of better punishments than that,” Sasha grumbled. “But I’d ruin the kitchen.”
“Wasn’t talking about that punishment. Good morning, mongrel. Sleep well?” Jonas snagged another piece of bacon and headed toward the doorway, saying to Charles, “Hurry up, child. I’m your ride to the Mansion. You finally got a car. Congratulations. Soon you’ll need it to tote around your kids.”
A thrill of both excitement and fear fired through Charles. His eyebrows lowered in response, noticing the dark eyes of the Boss on him. He met that gaze, not caring if it was seen as a challenge. He didn’t want kids yet, at least not ones he had to help to raise. If some female wanted a little sperm as a donation, fine, but no leash would be applied to his nuts because of it.
“Nice glitter, Ann,” Sasha said with assessing eyes.
Ann glanced at her chest and arms before shrugging. “I finally shagged the naked idiot leaking orange juice all over the floor. His party decor rubbed off.”
“What are you taking with you tonight?” the Boss asked, sitting next to Sasha.
Ann glanced at Charles before sticking out her hand for the orange juice. She did a double-take, her gaze snapping back to his like a rubber band. “You okay, killer?”
Charles handed over the orange juice. “Yep.” He brushed past her and snagged a piece of bacon. “Boss, I’ll talk to you at the Mansion.”
As he was leaving the kitchen, he heard Sasha ask, “Are you okay?”
She wasn’t talking to him, she was talking to Ann.
Despite himself, Charles slowed as he rounded the corner.
“Great. He is a fan-tast-ic lay. Fantastic. Best I’ve had, and I don’t even care if it boosts his ego. That’s how good.”
“But… you’re not… upset that he doesn’t want anything else?” Sasha persisted.
A chair scraped against the tile. “I knew that going in. It’s fine. I scratched an itch, I know what’s behind door number three, and I’m good.”
“Huh. Well. Okay, then. Are you going to do it again?”
Charles started as the Boss’ big shoulders appeared around the corner. Charles was walking as soon as he could get his legs moving, but the tweak in the Boss’ lips said he knew Charles was eavesdropping.
When a bad situation gets worse…
“I thought you were going to find out what she’s taking tonight?” Charles asked as the Boss caught up with him.
“I will when she’s done talking to Sasha. You got everything ready?”
They walked through the empty living room. “Yeah—where’re the kids?”
“They’re at the park with Emmy and Selene. What did Jameson scrounge up technology-wise?”
They left the house. Jonas stood next to his Hummer, staring out at nothing. The male was a cranky ol’ sod, but he could do patience like nobody’s business. He just… shut off, somehow.
“I have a device to deaden communication. It’ll cut out cell phones, walkie-talkies, any surveillance traveling through the air-waves…”
“Anything else?”
Jonas looked over as they approached the car.
“I also have a coded cell phone that may work around a device of theirs that cuts out communication,” Charles continued. “Jameson doesn’t have faith that the nerds got that one right.”
The Boss leaned against the Hummer. “We hacked into the nearest satellite and were able to get an image before we were kicked out again. It’s a large facility sprawling within the mountains. Looks high-tech. We didn’t see any elaborate defense. Just a fence and a
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