After the confusion of the afternoon, I could use a bit of fun and relaxation. My body was screaming for some attention and release if my ill-timed erections were anything to go by. Why not with sexy Jay and his husband?

My fingers hovered over the screen as I considered how to answer. Was Asher right about mixing business and pleasure? Would this crash and burn and fuck everything up? I couldn’t afford that.

My phone buzzed again.

Jay: We’re only in town tonight. We fly home tomorrow and won’t be back until next month when we do your first photo shoot. I can’t promise Dean can join me then.

“Dammit. Thanks, Jay. No pressure or anything.”

I left my phone on the counter while I hopped in the shower. I soaped up and let the warm water rain on my head, sluicing over my skin and sending the suds to cascade down my spine before they circled the drain at my feet.

The day replayed on a loop in my head. All the kinky stuff Asher and I had done. Recalling the moment his hand had been on my dick while he’d sucked that stupid hickey up on my neck made me squirm a second time. Again, like before, my dick twitched.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I glared at the stupid traitor. “How are you turned on by that? Are you that desperate for some action?”

Of course, I didn’t get an answer.

But the need, regardless of why or where it came from, flowed through my blood. I stroked it to full mast with a slippery, soapy hand from root to tip, only once, while ejecting all thoughts of Asher from my mind and inserting Jay and a faceless third in his place. It would be nice to take this problem to them instead of dealing with it myself.

The idea held more and more appeal the longer I thought about it. I stroked again, enjoying the tingling sensation racing over my skin.

“Take it to Jay. Let sexy Jay deal with it.”

I shut off the water and towel-dried before snagging my phone. Without further contemplation, I typed out a message to Jay.

Atticus: I’m in. Where do you want to meet?

Jay’s response came as I pulled on a clean pair of skinny jeans.

Jay: There’s a sushi place a block down from the hotel. I can’t remember the name. Dean’s looking it up. Starts with an I?

Imperial Moon. I’d eaten there before.

Atticus: Imperial Moon?

Jay: LOL. That’s it. How about 7:30?

That gave me an hour to find a ride downtown again. Maybe Aaron could drop me off, or I could borrow his car.

Atticus: I’ll be there.

Jay: Looking forward to it.