Wicker’s better at composure than me. He lifts his arms, casually lacing his fingers behind his head. “The flirting looks a little desperate, Rathbone. Your Lady not satisfying you? If you want a spin on my cock, all you gotta do is ask. I can lower my standards for a charitable deed.” Rath sneers back. “Oh, you’re a little too busy disappointing your family to bother with disappointing me.”
