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I nodded. “He would be perfect. Wouldn’t you like to record me being fucked by him? To watch him eat my hole. You could lick it together. And when he finished with me, then you could finish inside him.” My cock stirred awake at the thought. “We talked about doing this before, and now we have the perfect man. I’m certain of it. I bet he’d let you do delectable things to him, too.” I leaned forward and slid my hand across his thigh, teasing, almost reaching his cock, but I held back. “He would cry out your name… ‘Knox… Yes, Knox… fuck me harder.’”

My stepfather grinned and chuckled, shaking his head as he looked over his shoulder at the stunning man mixing drinks like the pro he was. Father may or may not have hired Ryder had I not insisted, but it paid off… for him, anyway. Now, I wanted it to pay off for me… for us. Father wanted a third, too.

“I can’t see him going for it, Precious. Ryder is a corn-fed farm boy from Nebraska. He hasn’t been in Washington long enough to be corrupted like us.”

God, the idea of bringing that country boy into our world sent a wave of delicious chills through my body. “But heisin the city now. This is his home. He’s just begging for a change. Why else would he come to a city like this? And we can give it to him. You know I can convince him.”

Father frowned and looked back at Ryder again. “I don’t know… he’s an employee, Finn. He could sue me if things go south. Hell, he could sue for sexual harassment.”

“So? We keep treating him like an employee. Pay him for this. No doubt he could use the extra money. He makes great tips, but this city is far from cheap. Maybe he’d like to send money home to his corn-fed family.”

I put my hands together in a begging motion and pouted my bottom lip, knowing I’d get my way, regardless. “Please, Father. I know I can convince him, just like I convinced you to love me.”

That wasn’t quite true. We equally fell into each other, but I did bring out the sexual side of him.

His smile turned crooked. “That you did. I’m the one who’s supposed to be in charge here, but I think it’s always been you who’s ruled everything.”

“Yes!”

Father leaned forward to make me look at him. I stared into his fathomless eyes as they sparkled with neon colors. “I would doanythingfor you. If you want to play with Ryder, I’ll agree to it, but you do most of the work, and I’ll close the deal.”

“Thank you, Father. You’re the best. I swear you won’t regret this.”

He waved a hand, and a server came to our table. “What can I get you, sir?” she asked.

“APappy Reserve.”

When she looked at me, I said, “Same.”

She sauntered off to grab our orders, and Father smiled at me. “Celebrating, are we?” he asked, since I rarely drank.

“Yep. I’m going to have a smashing twenty-third birthday party next weekend, and Ryder is going to be my guest of honorandmy birthday present.”

Father tilted his head back toward where his office was located. “I think I deserve a reward for this. To make up for my oncoming jealousy.”

My grin turned crooked. “No need to be jealous. You’re going to be an equal partner in this.” Then I turned serious. “We don’t have to go forward if you don’t want to. I just thought—”

“I want this, too. We’ll test it out and see how it goes.”

The server soon returned with our atrociously expensive bourbon and set our glasses on the table before sauntering off again.

“Shall we? You can ask him after you’ve taken care of my needs. All these visions of another man fucking you are leaving me mutually frustratedandturned on.”

I left my unfinished lollipop on a napkin and grabbed my drink as we headed back to his office.

When Father locked the door behind him, he walked over to his desk and rested his ass against it.

His office was modern and streamlined, with a large window facing out at the glittering city of DC. You could see the Washington Monument standing in the distance, looking entirely too phallic.

I set my crystal tumbler down on the desk next to him and eased to my knees, never taking my eyes off his. Father didn’t need to tell me what to do, but sometimes I chose to be naughty, so he’d punish me. His punishments came with the best rewards.

But right now, he just wanted me to suck his cock. We didn’t have time for much else.

I unbuckled his leather belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid the zipper down slowly. My fingers curled around the band of his jeans and tugged them down over his large, swelling cock and down his thighs, low enough to get access to my favorite part of him.

He was growing hard already, and I loved how even just my nearness got him turned on.

Father watched me, his hands resting on the edge of the desk, saying nothing as I pulled down his black boxer briefs and left them bunched near his jeans.

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