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“Hey, Kolton,” Luke says when I move by his chair to sit in the open one on the end.

“Hi.”

“Oh no, honey, you can sit here next to Luke,” Beth says, getting up from her chair beside Luke and moving to the chair I was aiming for. She’s nice to everyone but her husband. I shouldjudge her for it, but without it, I wouldn’t have him. So I guess I’m thankful.

I raise a brow at Luke, who is smiling at me. He’s a strange guy. Too happy, too nice. Maybe that’s what happens when you have a father who treats you right and not like some whore he found on the corner.

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I take the seat and wonder what Luke would think if he know his father was fucking me. Would he care? Nothing seems to get him down. I’ve never seen him mad before. Would this be the thing that sent him over the edge? Or maybe he has too much money to be sad. That has to be a thing, right? I wouldn’t know. Though we aren’t hurting for cash, we’re nowhere near financially stable the way the Carters are.

Kaison sits on the side of me and my father on his side, which I’m grateful for. Using my brother as a buffer between my father has become something I do unintentionally. Today, I didn’t have to do a thing. It just happened.

I sneak glances at Lucian every chance I get. When he speaks, I listen intently. Though I don’t care what he’s saying, I just want to hear his voice. My dick gets hard and I have to adjust myself under the table, as I hear the soft rumble of his voice and recall all the things he’s said to me in the backseat of his car. If he keeps talking, I may come in my pants.

I bet that would excite him. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough, I’ll be able to do it. Then I’ll get to tell him all about it later and he’ll tell me how hot it is and how badly he wants to clean it up.

“—swear it. I was doing my rounds in the ED. It was nearing three am, when it’s relatively quiet, but then we heard a bunch of bustling and I turned. There’s the swat team, coming in ready for war. We were surprised, of course, but it’s the emergency department. Crazy things happen all the time. But we were all shocked when they went after a doctor and not a patient.”

He laughs and my dick throbs. My hole is aching, wishing he could fill it. Everything always feels better that way, with him inside me. My own hand is never good enough, not when he’s not buried inside me. It’s never satisfying otherwise.

I bite back a groan when he laughs again, this time it’s more husky. His hands are fisted, resting in front of his chin and he flicks his grey gaze toward me. I get lost in his eyes, my mind going quiet. My dick pulses again, and I know I’ll never be able to do this here. I can’t focus enough. It just isn’t enough. But… I need to get off.

I slide my hands under the table, trying to be discreet about it. I see the slight tilt in his eyebrow, but then someone asks something and his attention goes to them. I squeeze my dick through my slacks, suppressing a moan.

“Excuse me,” I say as I get to my feet quickly, turning and heading toward the bathroom.

I need to take care of this so I can tell him about it later. I want to tease him with it. Want him to know that I got off in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant thinking about him. He’ll love it.

I find the bathroom down a hallway and to the left. I expect it to be a one room type of deal, so I’m shocked when I walk into a large room with three stalls. They’re spacious and closed in, none of that space beneath or above the walls. Everything is white and shiny, spotless. It even smells good. Like pine.

I hurry into the stall furthest away, close the door and lock it. It’s like a private little bathroom in here, with a toilet, sink, and mirror.

I quickly get my belt undone and my dick out. The moment my hand wraps around it, I’m flooded with relief. But then the door opens and I freeze with my hand around my dick. I can’t jerk off with someone in the stall next to me taking a dump.Fuck.

I grit my teeth and stare up at the ceiling, my body aching for release as I squeeze my dick. I listen closely, trying to figure out what this person is doing and when they’re going to leave.

“My sweet, sweet boy.” My heart skips a beat, and I suck in a breath. “What are you doing in here?”

I hear slow footsteps until they stop in front of my door. I stare at it, able to picture him perfectly on the other side. The heated look in his eye, the thick outline of his cock in his slacks.