Chapter 33

As I’m putting away my ink bottles, I glance at him from the corner of my eye. He’s sprawled in the chair, one leg thrown over the armrest so I get a good look at the bulge in his crotch. A big guy like him must have a big-ass dick, or so I’ve always thought. I’d love to find out.

With the tip of his toe, he nudges my leg. “Come on, say yes.”

“I’ve told you before,” I remind him, hedging for time to think things through, “the first time’s free. With Darcy knocked up, I know you’re hurting for a little something something. I’ll let you sample the wares and then we can work out the price.”

“What? You’re crazy, man.” Mojo grins and kicks me playfully, which isn’t exactly no, is it? “I’m not renting you out for the weekend, no way. I don’t have to payfor sex.”

I give him a saucy wink. “One taste and you’d want me 24/7. You’d go broke if I charged you each time.”

Mojo rolls his eyes. “You wish. If Darcy heard you talking like this, she’d—”