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“Chef!”
“Give me a fucking break,” he snarled under his breath.
He huffed out a breath and shot a text to Jules and Sparks.
Tristan: Tonight. Midnight. Make sure the lock is on the door and you’re alone.
He sent the text and jammed his phone into his back pocket. Six hours to endure. He could do anything for six hours.
Including fuck Juliet Reece into the mattress until she couldn’t move.
But tonight, he’d have to watch his best friend do it and hope it was enough. Because if he couldn’t be there, he was damn well going to watch. He might have to remain the silent party in all this, but Jules would be screaming his goddamn name tonight.
The rest of the day was pretty much a shit-show. Well, at least in the kitchen. The food went out the door fine, but the manager in the restaurant took on a secondary A-lister party and his plans for the day fell apart like overcooked kale.
By the time he escaped the kitchen, it was after twelve.
He leaned against the wall in the tunnel that led to his car in the parking garage. His cock had been primed since he’d ripped off his chef jacket.
He needed this.
Needed them.
He pulled out his phone and dialed. Juliet’s face filled the screen of his phone. Her huge, dark eyes excited and she wore that half smile moved him from primed to fully loaded.
“Hi you.”
“Hi, babe. How was the show?“
“Amazing.” The awe in her tone told that tale succinctly.
“I knew it would be. You always are.” And he’d missed it, goddammit. “Sorry I’m late. Work was shit.”
The pleasure in her gaze dimmed a little and empathy pushed forward. “You all right?”
“I am now.” He hadn’t meant to say that, but there it was. The joy on her face made it worth it.
“I miss you.” She looked over her shoulder and panned the camera lens to Sparks. “We missed you.”
/> “Good.” Tristan’s gaze slammed into Randy’s. There was an easiness to his stance. He was sprawled on the couch with Jules between his legs. Randy had been able to touch her, fuck her, be near her whenever he wanted. “Strip her.”
Tristan’s voice was a little harsher than he intended, but Randy’s posture went stiff immediately.
Yeah, time to shake them up. To show them Randy wasn’t the only one who could please her this week.
Juliet’s eyes widened. “Well then. I thought you were just annoyed because we’d mostly been missing each other all week.”
“I am. And I want to see Rand go down on our favorite girl.”
“Now?” Her voice was little better than a squeak, but her nipples practically drilled through the thin T-shirt she was wearing.
Rand’s jaw worked, and his fingers tightened on the couch cushion.
The call may have started out innocent, but he knew Randy. That boy didn’t have any problem with going down on Jules.
If he hadn’t already that day.
Tristan shifted his already aching cock.
