Chapter 18

“Get off him!” Anastasia shouted. She turned to Sergei. “Make him stop!”

Rocco grabbed for the key card Beckham had shoved in his back pocket. To his surprise, he came up with two. “Whose room might this second card unlock?” Rocco was right in Beckham’s face, nose to nose, cock to cock, two little men on the floor in the middle of the fancy hotel’s hallway. “Huh? Whose room did she want to get into?”

“Ro…Damn it! Royal! Calm down.” Ridley bared his entire front torso when he raised his shirt to wipe down his face. Dwarf wrestling seemed to be turning him on. Perhaps he wasn’t all that satisfied by Prague penis after all.

“Answer me, shorty!”

“Takes one to know one!” the jockey fired back.

“My doctor says I’m on the low end of normal!” Rocco stated.