Chapter 39

Wait. Drew had been given an opening into his favorite topic: critiquing hotel décor. “Pssh. The Tuscany. This place—”

“God, that ass.” The number pushed Drew’s legs back farther and began rimming him.

“This place does nothing with their…theme.” Forget it. Drew couldn’t talk. He heard the hotel phone ring once—the signal that Burt would be there in less than a minute. “Okay, okay. Thank God. It’s time. Parker, can you put on a condom and be thrusting, but aim too high on purpose so that Burt walks in to see the very second you get my ass?”

The man grabbed a condom from the pillow and ripped the wrapper. “You really love to please him, don’t you? Damn, you’re a good boy.” He pressed Drew’s legs back until his knees were by his shoulders. “I wish all boys were like you.”

Drew moaned as the man’s large dick poked at him again and again, threatening to find its way in. “Will you stay at the Zanzibar next time you’re in Vegas?”