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If I wasn't careful, I'd lock Jack up and keep him as my toy. Declan, life, my job be damned.

"Go hop in the shower. Quickly."

I released his cock but not before I gave him another firm stroke. I slowly pulled my fingers free from his ass.

"Fuck," Jack groaned.

"Such a bad little slut," I whispered in his ear.

"You're killing me."

I hummed. "I can show you how it feels to die at my hands. I promise you it will be something you will never be able to forget." The idea of killing Jack brought on two emotions, one I knew and understood the other was one I'd need to analyze later.

"Jack, you're still okay?" Finnian asked.

The man was a worry wart. I expected it out of Ronan, not Finnian. I rolled my eyes and turned toward the linen closet in the bathroom.

"Yes, Daddy." Jack opened the shower curtain and stared at me. What should I say? he mouthed.

Instead of answering him I pointed at his cock and opened my mouth wide. I formed a circle with my finger and thumb indicating I wanted to suck my boy's cock. Jack's face went bright red, and he quickly jerked the curtain back in place. I held back my laughter as I turned and finished setting everything up, I was careful to make as little noise as possible. Checking my phone, I found Finnian and Ronan standing outside the bathroom.

Jack's hair was plastered to his face as water droplets ran down his body. Fuck I wanted to continue to play with him. I wanted to make him cum again and watch him lose his mind. Jack said he couldn't cum so soon, but I bet I could get him to cum multiple times in a row.

I climbed the shelves and squeezed myself up on the top. It was a tight fuck fit nearly as tight as Jack's ass had been around my fingers.

"How?" Jack whispered.

I winked at him as he closed the door. Contrary to the muscles on my body I was flexible. I had to be for my work. Hiding wasn't my favorite part of it, but I needed to be able to disappear at a moment's notice.

The sound of the door opening reached my ears, and I slowed my breathing down. Jack ran the water washing his hands as the other two stepped into the bathroom.

"Daddy Finn. Daddy Ronan," Jack said sweetly.

A chuckle sat at the back of my throat. He was anything but innocent; he could play it all he wanted but Jack was a filthy boy, and I was here for it.

"What were you doing in here?" Finnian asked.

"Using the bathroom."

"What was all the noise?" Ronan asked.

"Me."

It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't exactly the entire truth either. Oh, my boy was being naughty. The rings holding the shower curtain rattled as someone shoved it open. Who the fuck would hide in the shower? It would be the first place anyone with a single brain cell would check. Fucking amateurs.

"Jack, what aren't you telling us?"

I held my breath waiting to see what my boy would do.

"I made a mess," Jack said.

"You did what now?" Ronan asked.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. It coated my tongue, erasing the taste of Jack all too soon. Shite. I nearly laughed. I could imagine Ronan's face he'd probably be ready to wrap Jack up in a blanket and Finnian he was either angry or confused. Both, I'd pay to see.

Should have put a camera in the bathroom.I made a mental note to place some in there just in case there was another incident like today.

"I knew you had to go but I didn't know you had to pee that badly," Finnian said.

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