“I want all of it in the open. And then, when you can’t take the foreplay anymore, I want to see him fuck you until you scream.”

I swallowed a lump, my throat clicking and dry as a desert.

“No cameras. No recordings. No pictures. Just the four of us in a hotel room. We won’t get involved. You do this for us, and I give you ten grand. Easy money, right?”

My blood drained to my toes, along with my ability to think or problem solve. I couldn’t get past the part where Jay knew Asher had been touching me under those sheets. Did Lewis know too? Did Charlotte?

Jay’s thumb, massaging my lower lip, brought me back to the moment, and I said the only thing I could think of, hoping to dispel whatever Jay thought he knew.

“That’s kinda disgusting, Jay. I’m not going to let Asher fuck me. He’s my brother. This is for show here. It’s not real.”

Jay chuckled and stepped back, patting my chest. “All right. If that’s how you want it. The offer stands. Think about it.”

I was about to run off, weirded out by this whole confrontation, when Jay caught my arm and whispered in my ear. “But I know you’ll let Asher fuck you—if you haven’t already. I’m not blind or stupid. I see the way you two are together. So ask yourself, if Jay already knows and Jay doesn’t care, why not make some decent cash? Because I do know, and I don’t care, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, watching you two together.”

I pulled from his hold, my skin clammy and itchy, my heart thundering so hard it hurt. “I gotta go.”

Storming past Asher, I headed to the elevator. He was hot on my heels, calling my name as I went. Once we were safe inside with the door closed, I spun and stared at my brother, wild-eyed and still in shock from the whole exchange with Jay.

“What did he say?” Asher asked.

“Basically, he wants to pay us ten grand to watch us fuck.”

Asher flinched. His mouth opened then closed. He rattled his head like he was trying to shake the pieces into place. “Say again?”

“Jay wants to pay us ten thousand dollars to let him and his husband watch us have sex.”

“But… How can… Does he even… What the fuck?”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him he was out of his mind, and us fucking was way over the line, and it would never happen—or something to that effect.”

“Good.” Asher carded fingers through his hair and faced forward.

“Yeah. Good.”