Jay tipped his head, indicating for me to follow. He took me to the wall of windows that peered down to the street. Cars zipped by in both directions, and the sun shone, making the winter day look warmer than it was. Patches of old dirty snow were scattered in grassy areas and in the gutters along the road that had been piled high at one point from the plows. The tree branches were bare and shivering in the wind.

“I’m serious about that offer,” Jay said once his back was turned to the room. He stood close enough his cologne surrounded me.

“I’m not a hundred percent sure I understood your offer, to be honest.”

“It’s simple. Dean and I are men with unique interests when it comes to sex. Voyeurism and exhibitionism are huge turn-ons, among many other things. It’s always been that way with us. We have a type of open relationship most people don’t understand. There is less jealousy than you think. It’s how we work. Dean is a dominant top, and I’m the submissive bottom.”

“Dude, TMI.”

“But,” Jay continued, unfazed, “he gets a thrill watching me be in charge with other men. It turns him on when I take control and fuck submissive twinks like you until they scream.”

“I’m not a twink.”

“Then you’re in denial, sweetheart. This body is all twink. Anyhow. Dean loves watching, and I love topping on occasion.”

“We covered that. Let’s get to the part where I already said no, and you didn’t listen.”

“Hear me out.”

I glanced back at Asher, who was fuming and waiting by the door to the studio.

“Talk fast. Maybe Dean won’t murder me for letting you fuck me, but I’m pretty sure Ash has a splash of serial killer blood in him, and you’re looking like his next victim.”

Jay studied Asher, a quirk in his lips that hinted at a smile. Did this guy not get it?

“He doesn’t like me hitting on you.”

“You’re pretty quick on the uptake.”

“And I know why.”

My blood turned to ice. “Oh yeah?” I croaked.

“I’ll make my offer clearer this time.” Jay faced me dead on and cupped my cheek, stroking my jaw with a tender touch I knew was making Asher want to punch something. “Dean’s not the only one who likes to watch people fuck. He’s not the only one with fantasies. You need money, and I have lots of it. One night. You and Asher. You give us a private show like what you did here.” He gestured at the bed. “Except more naked, less restrained, and limitless. I want to hear those noises you tried to cover up. I want to see Asher touching your dick without the covers in the way…”

Oh fuck, he knows.