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It leaked precome against Wig’s belly as he pressed against Nibs, desperate to get off before he had his shower. Nibs wrapped his hand around Wig’s dick, rubbing his thumb over the head.
    “Come on, baby, you can come now.”
    Wig came with a choked cry, spilling messy and hot over Nibs’s fingers.
    “Fuck, baby, you’re so gorgeous,” Nibs crooned.
    Come-drunk and wobbly, Wig managed to open his eyes to see Nibs’s bright blue eyes staring at him with love and pride. “Don’t let go.”
    “Never. You know that I’ll never let you down.”
    Wig was about to offer the return favor for Nibs, but before he could open his mouth, Paul yelled, “Oy, chef, you’ve got work to do. Put him down.”
    “I’m going to kill him,” Nibs promised, “slowly and painfully, and when I’ve done that, I’m going to revive him and start again.”
    Wig gave him a sloppy grin. “Go cook. I’ll make sure you get yours later.”
    “Promise?”
    “Definitely.” Wig forced himself to let go of Nibs rather than dropping to his knees and blowing him, which was his preferred option. He did linger on the bulge in Nibs’s checks, just so Nibs knew exactly what he was missing.
    Nibs groaned low in his throat and backed away, looking down at the mess Wig had made over his uniform.
    “Wash your hands,” Wig said. “There’s a fresh uniform in the pile by the tumble dryer.”
    “You’re a naked angel,” Nibs said as he washed and dried his hands. “If there was any way I could keep you like that, I would.”
    Wig rolled his eyes as Paul threatened to kidnap Nibs’s firstborn if he didn’t hurry up. He got in the shower accompanied by a sharp smack to one arse cheek.
    “You’d better hurry up too,” Nibs said, stripping off and throwing his clothes in the hamper. “Sam has threatened to tigger over the entire beach at lunchtime. We’ll need all hands on deck.”
    “You saw what he was doing, then?”
    “It was hard not to. Sawar looked as if he’d swallowed a lemon as he watched Sam work the crowd. It’s a shame we couldn’t employ him all the time.”
    Wig sighed in pleasure as the hot water fanned over his shoulder muscles. “As long as that doesn’t work against us when they’re gone.”
    “Nibs, I’m coming up.” Paul sounded at the end of his tether. “If you don’t get your arse down here I’m going to tell Skandik to cook, and you really don’t want that.”
    “Don’t you dare come up. My boy is naked. I’m on my way!”
    Wig grinned as Nibs bellowed at Paul. “See you down there.”
    Nibs harrumphed. “Hurry up.”
    Will hummed. In my own sweet time , he thought. He wasn’t used to the luxury of being able to take the time off during the day. They’d had to let two of the staff they’d had working for them go and hadn’t been able to replace them.
    “I’ll send Paul up here to get you,” Nibs warned.
    Wig laughed. “And that’s a threat? Send the gorgeous boy right on up.”
    Nibs growled, then left the bathroom, leaving Wig to enjoy the remains of the hot water.
    Despite the desire to spend the entire day in the shower, Wig got dressed and returned downstairs within fifteen minutes. It was still only eleven fifteen, plenty of time before the lunch crowd arrived.
    “Sam says he’ll be back in half an hour.” Paul rushed past with a tray of drinks. “So we’ve got half an hour of peace before he starts again.”
    Wig looked around at the tables, almost three-quarters full. “It looks like we’re doing quite well without him. We haven’t seen it so busy in weeks.”
    Paul shrugged. “I’m an Owens,” he said, as if that explained it all, which really it did.
    “Who needs what?”
    Paul pointed Wig in the direction of the tables that needed waiting, and between them they worked the room, then pressed Sam into action when he arrived and left Liam behind the bar.
    For the first time in months, Wig enjoyed working in the restaurant, smiling and joking with the customers and