“Services, eh?” How very coy. He made up his mind right then that before the night was through he’d hear Oliver beg for Jack’s attentions with lascivious clarity. He would hear the filthiest words come out of that pink mouth. To hell with euphemisms. “Whatever you prefer to call it, then. I haven’t lived like a monk, you know. I’ve managed to . . . have my needs met on four continents. Anything can be gotten for money.” Was that a hint of chagrin Jack detected? The man’s very kissable mouth was now quirked up in a sad little smile barely visible under the brim of his hat. Not for the first
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