Page 40 of Bought and Enjoyed

“Of course I saw it,” Tomas replied. “It’s all anyone’s talking about. Who do you think she is?”

“Some university student, apparently,” Leo said. “The article said Lucas is sponsoring her studies or something.”

I could hear the skepticism in Tomas’s voice. “Right, ‘sponsoring.’ Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

Leo chuckled. “Come on, you know how Lucas is. Remember that model from last year? The one he had eating out of his hand after just a week?”

Leo laughed, a knowing glint in his eye. “Oh, I remember her. What was her name? Chloé? Camille?”

“Claire,” Tomas supplied, shaking his head with a wry smile. “And she was absolutely smitten. Followed Lucas around like a lovesick puppy for weeks.”

“Until he got bored and moved on,” Leo added, his tone a mix of admiration and disbelief. “I swear, I don’t know how he does it. The women just fall at his feet.”

Tomas nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “But this one seems different, doesn’t she? I mean, a university student? That’s not his usual type.”

Leo’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Maybe our Lucas is looking to expand his horizons. Broaden his intellectual pursuits, if you know what I mean.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tomas rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking,” Leo defended, holding up his hands. “Come on, you can’t tell me you’re not curious about what she’s like in bed.”

“Leo!” Tomas hissed, glancing around as if worried someone might overhear. But his expression betrayed his own curiosity.

Leo leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I bet she’s a wildcat in the sack. Those quiet, bookish types always are. Probably lets Lucas do all sorts of kinky shit to her.”

Tomas shifted uncomfortably, but his eyes betrayed his interest. “You think? I mean, she looked so… innocent in that photo.”

“That’s exactly it,” Leo insisted, warming to his topic. “She’s probably never been with a guy like Lucas before. Can you imagine? Going from shy little university student to being fucked six ways from Sunday by Lucas fucking Moreau?”

“Jesus, Leo,” Tomas muttered, but he was grinning now. “You’ve put way too much thought into this.”

Leo shrugged, unrepentant. “What can I say? I’m a romantic at heart.” He paused, a wicked glint in his eye. “Besides, you knowhow Lucas is. Remember that time in Ibiza, when we walked in on him with those two Swedish twins?”

Tomas groaned, covering his face with his hands. “God, don’t remind me. I still can’t look at handcuffs the same way.”

“Exactly,” Leo said triumphantly. “So you know he’s probably got that poor girl tied up right now, begging for his cock.”

“Or his whip,” Tomas added, then immediately looked shocked at his own boldness.

I cleared my throat.

Leo and Tomas whirled around at the sound, their faces draining of color as they caught sight of me on the massage table. Hervé, still working on my shoulders, chuckled softly.

“Oh, shit,” Leo breathed, his eyes wide with horror. “Lucas, we didn’t… I mean, we weren’t…”

Tomas jumped in, his words tumbling out in a rush. “We’re so sorry, Lucas. We had no idea you were here. That was completely inappropriate and disrespectful.”

I slowly sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the table. Hervé handed me a towel, which I draped across my lap. I fixed Leo and Tomas with a steady gaze, enjoying their discomfort for a moment before speaking.

“You know,” I said, my voice deceptively calm, “my mother always told me that eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves.”

Leo’s face flushed a deep red. “God, Lucas, I’m such an idiot. I didn’t mean any of that. Well, I mean, I did, but I shouldn’t have said it. It’s none of our business.”

Tomas nodded vigorously. “Absolutely. We were way out of line. It won’t happen again, I swear.”

I held up a hand, silencing their frantic apologies. “Relax, boys. I’m not angry.” I felt a small smile play at the corners of my mouth.

I leaned back on the massage table, studying my teammates’ anxious faces. The air in the training room felt thick with tension, the scent of liniment and sweat mingling with the nervous energy radiating from Leo and Tomas.

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