My brows jump. “Sorry, what?” “I sleep naked.” “Yeah, I got that. Back up for me real quick. Did you just call your dick Magic Mike?” Jaxon smiles, running a palm down his proud chest. “Yeah.” “Uh huh, and”—I pop my chin on my fist—“why have you done that?” “’Cause he likes to dance, Len, and he’s magical and incredible, like a mythical creature. You know that, honey.”
