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My hand slips under my waistband. One stroke, and I groan.

My cock’s hard and hot and honestly kind of offended we haven’t done this sooner.

My other hand skates down my abs, nudging my briefs lower. I grunt as I free myself, half-hoping Lucian’s ghost butler staff catches this on a camera and files a complaint. 'Conduct unbecoming', or whatever.

I’ll put it on my résumé.

And then?

I go in.

Properly.

Fist wrapped, hips arching, mind full of the breathy little sounds Rhea made when she whispered Lucian’s name like a bedtime prayer.

Disrespectful, honestly.

But also deeply motivating.

“God, Omega…”

I pump my cock slow, smooth and steady. Every pass sends a fresh wave of heat rolling up my spine, and I know Theo’s watching - I can literallyfeelhis gaze on me.

He’s perched on the edge of his bed like he’s in a goddamn Jane Austen novel, pretending to read but eye-fucking me every third page.

I smirk again. “Better than cable, huh?”

No answer. Just the air thickening between us.

But if he wants to watch, then whatever -let him. Tomorrow, we’re back to playing protector; but tonight, I’m going to come hard in my hand, thinking about her scent…

…and let him watch mefall apart.

Let himlearn.

“This isrestraint,” I say, tilting my head toward the ceiling like I’m giving a TED Talk. “Lucian’s out there dry-humping his control issues against a steel door, and I’m in here being emotionally mature. Healthy outlets. Self-care.You’re welcome.”

Still no response.

I grin wider and arch my hips higher, briefs halfway down my thighs, legs spread like a fucking sculpture in the lobby of a building I’d probably get kicked out of.

The heat’s humming under my skin, but it’s not just mine - it’shers.

I can still smell her slick on the air. Still feel her heat like it’s circling inside my chest, pulling, tugging.

I stroke again. Harder now.

“You know,” I mutter, more to myself than anything, “I used to have a system for this. One night at the gym, one night at the club, one night with a friend who wouldn’t catch feelings and knew where the door was. Balanced. Sustainable. Clean.”

My cock twitches in my grip.

“Now look at me. Jerking off like a teen who just discovered skin mags.”

Theo shifts slightly. I hear the rustle of paper.

Book's upside down now. Called it.

I groan as my fist pumps faster. “Fuck, I miss the gym. Miss my bag. Miss punching something that isn’t my own dignity.”

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