Quid Pro Quo (Market Garden, #1)(12)

Thanks for the hottest sex I’ve ever had, even if you barely touched me? —so he just smiled, and then Tristan put his arm around 32

Jared’s waist. Jared pretended his heart wasn’t fluttering at Tristan’s touch.

Wordlessly, they left the john’s hotel room. On the

way down the hal , Jared finally found his voice. “That was different.”

“No kidding.” Had Tristan just shivered? Jared was sure

he had.

They stopped in front of the lift, and Jared pressed the

button. While they waited, he said, “So all the things you’ve heard about me. Good things, I hope?”

Tristan grinned and pulled Jared closer to his side. He

kissed just below Jared’s ear and said, “All very good things.”

He paused to nibble Jared’s earlobe. “And every one of them was a bloody understatement.”

This time it was Jared who shivered.

The lift doors opened. Once they were closed, and they

were safely separated from anyone else for at least a minute or so, Tristan pulled the money out of his pocket. He counted out a third for Jared—the remaining third went to Market Garden—and stowed away his own share. Jared was too far

gone to crunch the numbers, but he could tell at a glance

this was a lot more than he usually brought back to Market Garden before he subtracted the boss’s cut.

“You know,” Tristan said, watching Jared thumb through

the notes, “we could make a killing doing this.”

“Working together?”

Tristan nodded. That spine-tingling, devilish grin spread

across his lips, and he slid his arm around Jared’s waist again.

No need for that now. Holy shit, maybe he likes me. “If you’re game, then I say, let’s make some money together.”

He kissed Jared before Jared could formulate a response.

Not that it mattered.



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Working with Tristan? Getting f*cked, sucked, kissed,

and touched by Tristan? For the kind of money that was in

his hand right now?

There was only one answer to that.

Hell yes.