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The second I feel Ephraim’s gaze leave me, I turn back to my plate. “I’m just trying to get through this, okay? Cut me some slack.”

“I could help, you know?” He licks his lips and drops his gaze to my hip. “No one here would even know, but you’d feel better.”

He’s right, but I’ll never tell him that. There’s nothing in this world I need more than a man to bend me in half and fuck me until I cry.

Alexander won’t do it.

I just can’t let anyone else do it, either.

How did the St. Andrew’s slut become a nun?

“No.”

“You sure?”

He touches my thigh again, and I find it a little harder to push his hand away this time.

So I don’t. Even if it’s nothing but fuel for my dreams, I let him do it.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

He squeezes then, the action filled with so much promise I find myself wishing he’d leave little bruises behind so I can look at them later, and then the contact ends entirely. “Okay, little keeper. The invitation stands.”

Against my better judgement, I reach under the table and bring his hand back to my leg. Lower this time, near my knee, but still. My cheeks flush with heat as I watch a smile return to his stupidly beautiful face, and his fingers curl against my skin.

He takes my lower placement as an invitation to slide underneath my dress, making my breath catch.

I shouldn’t be doing this. Not here of all places, not with him of all people.

But god, it feels good to be wanted. Even now, Alexander is carrying on a conversation with Ephraim and barely acknowledging I’m here. I can see the bulge in his pocket where my engagement ring sits, yet his brother is tiptoeing his fingers up my thigh as I spread my legs.

Maybe I’m not a nun after all.

It’s a good thing he’s left-handed, because no one is the wiser as he continues to eat and move dangerously close to my clit. He has the audacity to ask my father a question about his job when they reach their destination, and as my father responds, Draven rolls his fingers in a small circle.

Fuck, it feels good. It’s not enough to get me anywhere, but that’s a good thing right now. I savor the feeling of someone else touching me, wanting me, needing me so badly they can’t wait until we’re alone. It feelsgood. It takes just a little of the sour tint of my fake engagement away.

It also makes me so fucking wet I feel his fingers slip.

“Fuck,” he whispers, moving around in his seat in a way that tells me he’s struggling to hold himself back.

Instantly I imagine him fucking me right here in front of everyone, breeding me in front of the brother that refuses, the father who commanded me to get pregnant.

My thighs clench, but I don’t stop him. I need this.

I deserve this.

I—

“Sullivan?”

My attention snaps to Alexander. “What? I’m so sorry. What?”

He smiles. “You were a little lost in thought there. Are you okay?”

Draven presses against my swollen clit harder, making it almost impossible to concentrate. I want to grab him by his stupid messy tie and ride him in that chair until I’m pregnant with fucking triplets.

“Yes,” I gasp. “I’m sorry. I’m fine. I’m just... excited, that’s all.”