His eyes were hooded, and his lips curled slightly. “It has appeal,” he confessed, unembarrassed.
Vice laughed, delightedly wicked.
“What about you?” She asked the dark-haired man.
“Oh, I like being on the other side of the whip,” he said, his tone treacle laden. “I have a whole range of toys we are yet to explore, Mira,” he said with heavy promise. She shivered. “Oh, I think she likes that,” Vice murmured. “How handy that we share similar kinks.”
“Very handy,” Victor smouldered. “Maybe you should bring some of those toys out, tonight, Vice.”
Mirage laughed as Vice slid from the bed and left the room. “What have you started?” She teased Victor.
He grinned, unrepentant. “Something interesting.”
She rolled onto her back beside him, and he rested his head against hers so that their hair tangled together. “Aaron is messaging me about touring,” she told him, looking up at the ceiling. “You and Vice have to work on your next album.”