“Why don’t you bring that in here?” Sam said. His voice sounded husky even to his own ears
“Are you sure? Are you up to this?”
“Why don’t we find out?” Sam spread his legs, allowing Tristan to climb in between them. He moved, but Tristan put a hand on his chest and made him lie still.
“This is just us. Me and you. Sam and Tristan. Nothing to do with money, nothing to do with anything other than the fact that you are a beautiful man and I want you. Do you want me?”
Sam melted at the thread of uncertainty in Tristan’s tone. He hadn’t realised how unsure he felt, and supposed that when you were paying for someone you never quite knew if they wanted you or not. He sighed. “I want you,” he said. “I want you so very badly.”