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“Mmm, quitehardwhen everyone is so attractive.” Grinning, he flipped me off, that playful nature almost causing the corners of my lips to lift.
“If you’rehard,I can help with that.” Levander gestured toward the bathroom with his chin, and the corner of his mouth curled, a dimple sinking into his cheek. “If you’re into that.”
“Oh God, save us now,” Thorne grumbled, cutting into his steak.
“Actually, he’sveryinto that,” Oren blurted. “You remember the trainee he fucked in the club?—”
“I think he’s got the picture, buddy.” Matt rubbed his neck, and it almost looked like he was… Was he fuckingblushing?
Intrigue plumed from Lev. “Top? Bottom? Verse? I’m curious.”
“All my lovers say I’mamazingat topping, but if the right…mancame along, I think I wouldn’t mind being impaled.”
Thorne choked on his water, quickly grabbing his napkin from his lap to try to staunch the flow from his mouth. While he was struggling to maintain his composure, Oren burst out laughing, slapping his hand against the table, a piece of toast flying to hit my cheek.
“Oh myGod! Oren!” He covered his mouth with his hand, his joy only growing louder as I wiped the wet residue from my face. “Ugh!”
“Well, now that we’ve determined your best friend would love to be railed from behind,” Lev stated so nonchalantly it forced me to lift my chin, “how about we start discussing our plans?”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MATTHEW
Folding my jacket over my arm, I pressed the button as the elevator dinged, beginning its descent to the lobby. While the merriment had been fun, and drastically needed after my deployment, there was one fucking problem, and it came in the form of a gorgeous redhead.
The rest of my friends had stayed behind, but I needed to get the fuck out before my cock made an appearance in the middle of the fucking café. Blaming it on jet lag and lack of sleep, I quickly said my goodbyes before everyone finished eating.
Iwalkedhere to cool off, and I was still unnecessarily hard. Stupid dimples. Stupid smile. Stupidpersonality. Stupid… Stupid bright-ass eyes.
“Oh, fuck me,” I whispered, hitting the up arrow again as if that would make it lower faster.
Shifting on my heels, I glanced at the stairs. Would it be stupid to walk up eighteen flights?
As if deciding for me, the elevator dinged, double doors opening to lavish gold detailing. Lifting my foot to step inside, I was immediately halted as someone appeared in my peripheral vision. Hand raising, he blocked the sensor to ensure both of us would be able to enter without being cut off.
“After you.”
Levander.
Snapping my attention to him, I couldn’t tell if this was a fucking blessing or a hell of a curse. Clearing my throat, I stepped inside.
Casual.Act natural, you big idiot.
Shifting my jacket to cover my erection, I leaned against the railing. “What floor?”
“Eighteen.”
Jesus.
Lighting up the number with my knuckle, the doors slowly closed, and I regretted not taking those damn stairs. Rubbing my hand against my neck, I plastered that smile from earlier on my face.
“You get enough of them, too? They can be quite intense.”
“Not necessarily.” Shrugging, he leaned against the handrail, peering out of the glass to take in the lobby as we began our ascent. “I just found my interest diverted elsewhere.”
“Oh? Work stuff? I’m familiar with what you do. Thorne told me the basics.”
He smirked, thatgoddamndimple appearing. “I’m glad he informed you, but no, not work.”
