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dildo bobbed once, as
    if to draw Spencer’s attention to it. “Put some lube on it, and show me.”
    I thought I was paying for you to fuck me, not a toy I already bought.
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    Which totally explained why he took the toy back from
    Nick and was already reaching for the bottle of lube on the
    nightstand. The bottle of lube next to the condoms which
    hopefully symbolised a promise that he’d be getting fucked
    tonight with something that wouldn’t go back in his drawer.
    Lube in one hand, retina-searing blue fake penis in the
    other, he looked up at Nick. “I . . . is there a . . .” Articulate. I swear to God I am articulate . He cleared his throat. “Is there a particular position?”
    Nick pursed his lips like the question required substantial
    thought. That in and of itself was mildly alarming—and more
    than a little intriguing—because knowing him, he might
    ask Spencer to dangle from the chandelier in the hal way or
    something. There was some twisted shit behind those eyes.
    Twisted shit that would have had Spencer saying “yeah, no, I
    don’t think so” any other night, but for some reason, tonight
    it excited him as much as it unnerved him.
    “On the bed.” Nick nodded sharply towards it. “On your
    back with your arse at the edge so you won’t have to move
    when I’m done watching you.”
    His hand left Spencer’s shoulder. Spencer stood, grimacing
    as his knees reminded him how long he’d been down there.
    How much time did they have left, anyway?
    He glanced at the alarm clock. Still a good hour and a half.
    Plenty of time for Nick to fuck both mind and arse. Probably
    multiple times apiece.
    “On your back on the bed,” Nick repeated, as if he’d
    forgotten.
    Spencer swallowed. He sat on the edge of the bed, and
    ordered his hands to be steady and confident as he poured
    out some lube and put it on the toy. They shook more than
    he liked, so he worked faster to hide his nerves. Or maybe
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    he should’ve let them show; Nick seemed to get off knowing
    he’d pushed a button or three.
    When the toy was good and slick, Spencer lay back across
    the mattress. This was an awkward position—by fucking
    design, no doubt—but he managed, parting his legs and
    bracing his heels on the frame for support. He looked up at the ceiling. That was a lot easier than focusing on the half-naked prostitute watching him so intently. A lot easier, maybe, but
    not enough to completely negate the strangeness of lubing up
    his own arsehole while someone watched. Especially when it
    was at the order of that puzzling voyeur.
    A finger to get started. A second to get him ready for the
    larger toy. He usually liked to draw out this part, enjoying
    every step between the first touch of lube and the eventual
    toe-curling orgasm. But then, he wasn’t usually on the clock.
    And his heart wasn’t usually beating like this, pounding
    against his ribcage with pre-emptive fear that Nick would get
    impatient.
    The bed shifted slightly. Or rather, something pressed
    against it just enough to make the frame issue a faint protest.
    Spencer turned his head. Nick was leaning against one of
    the posts at the foot of the bed, pressing his shoulder into it, arms folded across his bare chest as he watched Spencer fuck
    himself with two fingers.
    Nick’s eyes flicked up and met Spencer’s. A grin played
    at his lips. He unfolded his arms, and when one hand moved
    downwards, the gesture was too slow and deliberate not to
    hold Spencer’s attention. Especially not when Nick casually
    brushed his hand over the very pronounced bulge beneath his
    leather pants.
    Spencer bit his lip.
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    Nick grinned. Then he lifted his hand away from his
    groin and gestured at Spencer. “You were going to show me
    something, yes?”
    Ignoring him was no longer an option. Or pretending he
    was really doing this because it had been his own idea. Or . . .
    anything but what it was. He had paid company, and the guy
    was watching him.
    Though, crazily