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228 pages, Paperback
First published September 10, 2016
“Oh, and by the way, it’s a hundred for the fuck . . . three if you want to stay all night.”
“Where’s your ring?”All of this is bewildering, and definitely new, to Zac, who's never been asked what he wants from someone paying for his time, so Liam's caring nature quickly has Zac wanting more.
“What?”
“Your wedding ring. You’re not wearing it.”
"I took it off to come here.”
“Why? Didn’t want to wear it to spend the night with a whore?”
“Whore? When have I ever called you a whore?” Liam didn’t know why it mattered, whore was just a word like any other, but Zac’s flat tone rankled him. “You’re not a whore unless you want to be. You’re Zac, regardless of how you see me.”
He'd missed the warmth of another body stretched out beside him so much his bones ached with the weight of it. He'd never known loneliness could hurt.
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Liam slowed and pulled Jamie to one side. "What's his name?"
"What?"
"Zac. Is that his real name?"
"Of course it is. We're hookers, not MI5."
He pressed his lips to the corner of Liam’s mouth with the barest brush of a forbidden kiss. “Thank you for treating me like I matter. I won’t forget it.”
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“Fucking Jamie was comfortable and familiar. Simply touching Liam was beyond the fucking stratosphere.”
“He wanted to touch Zack’s cock, with his hands, perhaps his mouth.”
“But this wasn’t the time for weed-laced daydreams. This was Liam’s bed, they were hooker and john, and Zac had a job to do, albeit a job that made his mouth water.”
“Come for me and I’ll come for you.”
“Have you ever-“ Liam stopped. Was he really about to ask if Zac had ever pretended to come with him? Did he even want to know?
Zac’s hand on his face startled him. “I’ve never faked it with you. Chance would be a fine thing. You only have to look at me and I’m ready to bust.”
The bed was odd, though, and it took Zac a moment to work out why.
“Is that made of trees?”
“Yup. Made it myself.”
“Wow. That’s pretty cool.”
“I can’t believe you made this. I bet you knocked it up in an afternoon, didn’t you?”
“Two, but it really wasn’t that hard. I hacked the trees down, sanded them, then bolted them together. Nothing epic.”
“Because I don’t want to feel like a john any more than you want to feel like a hooker.”
"You're not a john."
"Then you'll never be my whore."
"Am I your only client tonight?"
"Client?" Zac regarded Liam through a haze of smoke. "This ain't Pretty Woman, mate."
"Instead Zac found himself rushing to obey his gentle commands, every instinct screaming at him to make Liam happy because pleasing Liam did amazing this to Zac's heart.
That, and he had a feeling Liam was going to fuck his brains out and he couldn't bloody wait."