“Real inspiring, Hart,” Evie giggles. Hartley shrugs. “I do what I can. You can tip me with blowjobs.” Evie throws a pillow at him, and he easily dodges it. “You’re disgusting.” “That’s not what you were saying when you were squirting all over my cock,” Hartley retorts. Gray chokes on the drink of beer he was taking, and Evie’s mouth pops open. “Nice one,” Mateo laughs, fist bumping Hartley.
