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I dodge her mouth and peck her cheek, patting her arm with my free hand.
She rolls her eyes like it’s silly that I don’t want to make out with her in front of someone as lowly as an assistant. “Fine, fine. I’ll talk to you soon?”
“See you later.”
Gavin walks her to the door, and I go into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face.
True to his word and making my fucking day, Matthew comes back a full hour before his shift starts.
Gavin is packing up his things, preparing to leave, and I was going to get a quick workout in before a shower, but none of that matters when he shows up in easy to remove clothing, carrying his work uniform in a garment bag.
“Fancy seeing you again,” Gavin tells him, batting his long eyelashes at my brother, who flushes and smiles. My jealousy is sudden and completely irrational. Probably not unlike how he felt when he opened the door to Raven holding my favorite kind of bagel. But I don’t have to pretend now.
I clear my throat and glare at my assistant who openly rolls his eyes. While I’m glad he’s comfortable around me—not everyone is—I won’t tolerate him flirting with the man he knows damn well I was fucking this morning.
But before I can remind him he was leaving, Matthew walks over to him. “Hey, I was wondering if I could get your input on something.”
“Oh!” Gavin looks flattered. His delicate features open with interest. His hair is in its usual low bun, but he feigns tucking it behind his ear because he either forgot it was up, or it’s one of his moves.
If he thinks that because I frequent a kink club I’m open to sharing, he’s sorely mistaken.
“Anything,” he gushes.
Matthew’s dark, stormy eyes flash to me, and my stomach jerks with lust—sharp and severe. “It can wait, but maybe I can get your number,” he says.
“Absolutely.” Gavin holds out one fine-boned hand, and Matthew puts his unlocked phone into my assistant’s palm. I wait, irritated and impatient as Gavin adds his contact information, complete with a model-quality selfie before handing the phone back over to Matthew. To me, he says, “Don’t worry. I’m leaving.”
“Good,” I say, and I don’t even try to sound polite.
Matthew scowls at me.
Gavin finally clears out, and before the door is even closed, Matthew’s stalking around to my side of the table and kneeling next to my chair.
“What are you planning?” I ask, wary and still annoyed.
“Seems like you and I are both on edge.”
“Just wondering if I needed to give you and Gavin a moment alone…”
“He’s not my type. Can you say the same?”
I glare down at him. “You think I wanna fuck my assistant?”
“You think I want to fuck your assistant?”
“Do you?”
“Can we table this? I don’t have long. Show me your cock.”
“This is how you say hello to someone?” I ask, even as I’m unzipping my fly.
“I woke up from a nap sucking my fingers like I was three years old. I need you in my mouth.”
Liquid heat sears my insides. I melt, and he takes control of my loose limbs, spreading my thighs as I sink slightly, my ass sliding to the edge of the seat. By the time I get my dick out, it’s rock hard.
Gavin who?
Matthew gives my cock a long, wet lick before taking it in his hand and warming it up with a few tugs. I groan, gripping the edge of the dining table to keep from sliding off the chair.