Eddie nodded. “Yeah, he’s a hard worker. No known romantic relationships either.”
Matt raised an eyebrow. That bit of information piqued his interest even more. No attachments meant fewer complications.
Matt leaned back, tapping his fingers on the desk thoughtfully. Andy was more than just some reckless kid in debt; he was someone who had fought tooth and nail for every scrap of opportunity that came his way.
“Interesting,” Matt muttered as he closed the file.
Eddie stood by silently, waiting for any further instructions. Matt’s mind raced with possibilities but for now, he simply nodded to Eddie.
“Thanks,” he said.
Eddie took that as his cue to leave. Alone again, Matt couldn’t help but feel that this situation with Andy Donovan might turn out to be far more engaging than he initially thought.
Matt poured himself a glass of wine, the rich burgundy liquid swirling in the crystal glass. The suite around him was a symphony of opulence—marble floors, velvet drapes, and art pieces that could make museums envious. Yet the lavish surroundings did little to quell the restlessness stirring inside him.
The bathroom door opened, and out stepped Lucas—young, dark-haired, and slender. The striking resemblance to Andy Donovan made Matt’s chest tighten. Lucas walked with a confidence that seemed almost practiced, his robe hanging loosely from his shoulders.
“Thirsty?” Lucas asked with a knowing smirk as he reached for the glass Matt had just poured. Without waiting for a response, he took a long sip, his eyes never leaving Matt’s.
Matt studied him intently. Lucas was handsome in a conventional sense—sharp cheekbones, full lips, and eyes that promised mischief. His skin glowed with a warmth that invited touch.
Just hours ago after dinner, Matt had spotted Lucas downstairs in the hotel bar, nursing a drink alone. Without a second thought, and with the image of Andy still in his mind, Matt made his move, luring the young man upstairs for a night of indulgence.
Lucas set the glass down and let the robe slip off his shoulders, revealing his naked form. He was all lean muscle and smooth lines—a sculptor’s dream brought to life. Matt couldn’t help but appreciate the view.
Lucas closed the distance between them, his fingers tracing the line of Matt’s jaw. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Matt’s in a teasing kiss. Matt felt a spark of desire, but it was tinged with a bitter edge of disappointment, and he wasn’t sure why.
Lucas deepened the kiss, his tongue probing and insistent. Matt let himself be drawn in, his hands sliding over the young man’s back as he pulled him closer. The kiss was hot and hungry, a whirlwind of need and want. Their tongues danced together in a rhythm that felt both familiar and foreign.
With a growl, Lucas pushed Matt back onto the bed, his body pressing down on top of him. Matt’s hands roamed over the young man’s body, feeling the firm muscles of his back and the smooth curve of his ass. Lucas’ lips trailed down Matt’s neck, leaving a burning trail of kisses in their wake.
Matt’s hands found Lucas’ hips, pulling him closer as he ground his own hips against him. Lucas let out a low moan, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of Matt’s shirt. With each button undone, more of Matt’s chiseled torso came into view—broad shoulders tapering into defined abs. Lucas ran his hands over the exposed skin, sending shivers down Matt’s spine.
As the young man’s lips moved lower, Matt closed his eyes, trying to lose himself in the moment. But even as his body responded to Lucas’ touch, he knew it wasn’t enough.
“You’re so hot,” Lucas whispered, his breath warm against Matt’s ear. “Such a daddy.”
Matt chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to fill the luxurious suite.
As Lucas’ hands roamed over Matt’s chest, his lips tracing the contours of Matt’s jawline, Matt couldn’t help but let his mind wander. And there, in his mind’s eye Matt saw Andy’s lithe form straddling him, Andy’s mouth leaving a scorching path down his abdomen. The fantasy made his pulse quicken, each touch igniting a fire deep within him.
Lucas’ nimble fingers worked at the zipper of Matt’s pants when the shrill ring of his phone cut through the heated moment. Cursing under his breath, Matt reached for the device, his jaw tightening when he saw Eddie’s name on the screen.
“Eddie,” he answered, irritation lacing his voice.
“Boss, we got a situation downstairs,” Eddie’s voice crackled through the line. “It’s the Donovan kid. He’s raisin’ hell in the casino.”
The thought of seeing Andy sent a surge of pleasure through Matt’s body, eclipsing everything else. He didn’t need more details; just the idea of facing Andy so soon was enough to make him crave more. He didn’t have to wait until tomorrow morning after all, when his men would bring Andy to him to be dealt with.
“I’m on my way,” Matt replied.
He pushed Lucas away gently but firmly, sitting up and adjusting his clothes. “I have business to deal with,” he said as he buttoned his shirt back up.
“Really?” Lucas’ voice held a note of irritation. “Now?”
Matt turned to Lucas, who wore a mask of disappointment. “Duty calls,” he said. “But the room’s yours for the night. Feel free to invite a friend and have some fun.”
That seemed to please Lucas somewhat. “Fine,” he muttered. “Have fun dealing with work.”
