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was still the best thing on the menu.
    Lucien held out his hand, the move seeming so imperious. The waitress must have known, though, as she simply placed the glass in his palm. Lucien held out a bill for her, told her to keep the change. It was a huge tip.
    Lucien waited until she’d gone to reply to Kieran’s question. “I’m hungry for you, Kieran.”
    “Now, man cannot live on literature professors alone.” His voice would probably give his sudden arousal away, but Kieran figured he could live with that.
    “Are you sure about that?” Lucien asked, leaning toward him, making the words seem more intimate. He saw Lucien’s nostrils flare, the man licking his lips before settling back in his chair again and taking a mouthful of his cognac.
    “Fairly sure.” Kieran shivered, watching Lucien’s throat work.
    “I think perhaps I’d like to put that to the test, Kieran.”
    He wasn’t sure what that meant, but his cock approved. “I am at your disposal, Lucien.”
    “I like how that sounds.” Lucien’s tone had become deeper, the thread of arousal clear. “What is your pleasure tonight?”
    “I don’t have any classes until Monday morning.” Kieran finished his whiskey, his cheeks heating as he heard how needy he sounded.
    “So we can take our time. I like how that sounds.” Lucien swirled his glass, the amber liquid sliding along the sides, clinging to the glass. “Tell me, is it dark in here, Kieran?”
    “Hmm? Yes. The house lights are low, the spots are on the stage. There’s a little folk band setting up.”
    Sliding out of his chair and onto the sofa with Kieran, Lucien’s voice dropped low. “And we’re in a corner, yes? Almost private?”
    “Yes.” Kieran slid the sofa back, closer to the wall. “Almost.”
    “And are you really at my disposal, Kieran? If I have a need, will you assuage it for me?” Lucien’s legs fell open, his need clearly outlined as it pushed at his slacks.
    Kieran’s eyes flew wide open as he moved a hand up along Lucien’s thigh. Legs spreading further, one of Lucien’s hands slid across the top of his own, the touch soft, not quite tickling.
    “I’d rather we didn’t get arrested. Will jacking off work for you?” Lucien wouldn’t make a great lookout.
    Long fingers slid up to cup his face, and Lucien’s lips brushed briefly across his. “Whatever you want, Kieran.”
    He couldn’t help his smile, couldn’t resist kissing those fingers. “I want you.”
    “Ah, but you have me—I’m yours for the taking.”
    Working Lucien’s pants open, Kiernan slid his fingertips inside to touch and tease and feel.
    The low groan Lucien gave vibrated along his spine. “Kieran. Yes.” Lucien’s cock pushed against his palm, demanding his attention.
    Kieran shifted over, hiding that sweet prick with the flap of his jacket as his fingers started to shift and slide. Lucien’s arm went across his back, fingers firm as they wrapped around his far shoulder.
    “That touch has haunted my thoughts for days.”
    “Has it? I’ve been feeling you inside me. Aching.”
    “It’s a sign,” Lucien told him softly.
    “Mmm hmm. Does it say ‘Lucien’s a hottie’?”
    Lucian’s cock was wet-tipped and hot, slick and so hard—Kieran was captivated.
    Lucien’s laughter sounded surprised, husky, and aroused, too. “Maybe it does at that, Kieran.”
    He couldn’t fight his grin. He really had no desire to do so. Lucien warmed him through. “It would be the truth.”
    Lucien reached out his free hand and found Kieran’s cheek, stroking gently. “You’ll make my head swell. Oops…” Lucien’s hips pushed the hard heat along Kieran’s palm again. “You already have.”
    Kieran turned his head, dipping his chin to suck Lucien’s thumb in time with the motion of his hand.
    “Kieran….” The low sound of his name was drawn out, making his cock jump. It was almost enough to make him forget where they were.
    “Mmm hmm.” Kieran started moving faster, needing