Page 43 of More than Need

“Don’t you need to be getting back to work?”

“Why would I leave yet? This is too much fun,” Sebastian said, chuckling. “At least I didn’t wake you up at stupid-o’clock in the morning by kicking your bed like you did to me.”

Riley’s eyebrow twitched. “I didn’t sleep with your little brother.”

“You couldn’t handle him.”

“I am forever grateful for that fact. No one can handle him; he’s a menace to society.”

Gideon liked seeing Riley like this. Relaxed,friendly. Work mode stripped from him. It softened his features, and Gideon wanted to trace them with his fingers, learn him with his eyes closed and explore everything.

“I’m okay with him being single the rest of his life.”

“I’m sure he’ll be overjoyed to hear of your plans for him.”

“He doesn’t get a say. That’s why I’m the big brother. You ready for lunch now?” Sebastain rubbed his stomach. “I’m hungry.”

“Heaven forbid I not feed you in a timely manner.”

“That’s what I love about you: you get me.”

Gideon’s mobile rang from his desk. “I have to get that,” he said. It could be work related, or it could be Lucia or Hudson’s school. Gideon tried his best to always be available to answer the phone unless he absolutely couldn’t help it. The scraps a young boy got himself into at school seemed to grow exponentially every year.

It wasn’t any of those things. He smiled at the name displayed. “Hey, there.”

“Hi,” Dawson answered. “I hope you don’t mind me calling. I don’t have Riley’s number.”

Gideon leaned back against his desk, giving him a perfect view into Riley’s office, where he and Sebastian were talking. They could have been discussing their favourite dildo brand, and Riley still looked as serious as ever. “He’s here; did you want to talk to him?”

“Not really. Do you want—I’m nearby, on a job,” Dawson said, fumbling with his words. “If you weren’t busy…”

Riley looked up as if sensing they were talking about him. Gideon crooked his fingers in the universal sign for “come here.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” Gideon teased Dawson.

“I’m asking if you want to get food with me,” Dawson said. “I guess if you want to call it that, then yeah. No one said last night was supposed to be a one-night stand. One-morning stand? Do we base it off the time when we had sex last?”

Gideon had no idea. He’d never had a one-night or one-morning anything. Every person he’d slept with he’d been in a relationship with. “I think we’d still call it a one-night stand,” he decided on.

“Am I breaking the rules by calling, then?”

“No,we’renot a one-night stand; I just mean that’s what you’d call it.”

“Oh. So about that date?”

“With just me?”

“I didn’t think his majesty would want to.”

“And if he does?”

“Then I’d like it if he came.”

Gideon put a hand over the speaker as Riley approached him. He stood close enough that Gideon could smell his cologne, and he leaned into it.

Riley settled a hand on Gideon’s hip. “What is it?”

“Dawson wants to know if you want to get lunch.”

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