Dean appeared on the far side of the screen, and Asher flinched. Dean tugged Jay up from the chair, sat, and pulled him onto his lap. “Well, well, what do we have here?”

“Apparently, we missed the show.”

“You’re Dean?” Asher said.

“You must be the virgin since I met the other one.”

“That’s right. Saving it for your viewing pleasure, baby.”

I squeaked. Asher just called Dean baby? Good thing they were in California and we were a continent’s length away. I was hoping his aim with that gun wasn’t that good.

“Did you call to give us a preview? Jay talks about your sessions in front of the camera all the time.”

“I bet he does. But this was a business call, wasn’t it, Jay?” Asher addressed Jay, smirking.

“It was.” Jay cleared his throat, adjusting himself on his husband’s lap.

I couldn’t see what was going on off-camera, but the way Dean had his arms around Jay’s middle below my view, and the way Jay squirmed, I thought Dean was paying him special attention where we couldn’t see.

“Spit it out, Jay.”

“There’s a big signing event and release party planned for next month here in Cali. They had five hundred tickets up for sale, and they sold out in less than twenty minutes. Charlotte wants the faces of Ender and Elliot in attendance as surprise guests. We’d fly you down and pay for your accommodations and meals.”

My brows shot up. “What? Wow. Really?”

“Yes. It’s a two-day event. Charlotte was hoping you’d be willing to play the part for the audience and maybe do a short Q and A. What do you think?”

I glanced at Asher, who looked as shocked as me. “Play the part as in pretend to be Ender and Elliot?”

“Yeah. Holding hands. Sharing little kisses on the cheeks. You can keep it real clean because this isn’t on stage or anything, and we understand if you don’t want those kinds of rumors spreading.”

Asher bumped my shoulder before answering for us both. “We’re in. Send us the information.”

“She’ll be thrilled.”

Asher nuzzled my ear and said loud enough for Jay and Dean to here, “Isn’t that exciting? Do you know how many people dream about us fucking?”

It dawned on me what he was doing. The wily little shit. He was good. I turned my face to his, and we bumped noses. Asher ghosted his lips near mine without kissing.

“Let’s wrap this up,” I whispered. “I need you in my ass again.”

Asher’s eyes burned with fire, and he wet his lips and turned back to the screen. “We gotta go. We’ll see you next month.”