I checked my mobile for the hundredth time and frowned when I saw there were no further messages. Where was she? Had Bennett found Chloe and if so, why hadn’t Sara texted yet?

I thumbed through a few of the more recent photos on my phone: the two of us curled up in my bed; a photo of her spread below me, limbs heavy with satisfaction after a good, hard fuck; a close-up of her naked breasts; my hand on her ass as I took her from behind late at night in my office.

I realized I’d lost the thread of the conversation when Will’s voice broke into my haze, from studying a photo of Sara’s red, red lips around my cock.

“Max.” Will rapped his knuckles on the table.

I looked up, surprised to find our waiter standing at the table, and quickly turned off my screen.

“Something to drink, sir?”

“Sorry,” I murmured. “Macallan, neat.”

“Twelve, eighteen, or twenty-one years, sir?”

My eyes went wide. “Twenty-one. Brilliant.”

After jotting it down he stepped away, and I attempted to go back to my phone, only to be interrupted by Will again. “Share with the class or put that thing away. I know what you have on there, you sick bastard. No girls, remember?”

Henry nodded as he tossed a piece of bread at me from across the table. “Dudes only,” he agreed.

Will leaned forward, reminding me, “The promise of not being a third wheel with you was the only reason I let you talk me into this in the first place.”

I sighed and tucked my phone away, knowing he was right. When I looked up my eyes widened, catching the path of Bennett as he walked through the restaurant to join us.

“Well, well. Look who it is,” I said.

Henry pulled the chair out for his brother. “Feeling better?”

Bennett unbuttoned his suit jacket and took a seat. “Much,” he said, grinning.

Bennett Ryan was fucking grinning.

Our drinks arrived and I reached for mine, looking at him over the rim of my glass. “Didn’t take too long, either, did it?” I asked, feeling a satisfied thrill when his expression fell just long enough to glare at me. “Some things are better when they’re fast. Like a pharmacy.”

“Nothing like efficiency to make a man happy,” he agreed with a self-satisfied grin.

“And you’re a king among men,” I said, laughing and holding my glass up for him to toast with his water. “Get yourself a cocktail in celebration of efficient pharmacies everywhere.”

“Why do I feel like I’m only getting half this conversation?” Will asked, looking dumbly between us. His eyes narrowed. “Is something going on we don’t know about?”

I barked out a laugh. “Don’t know what you’re on about, mate. Just taking the piss.”