Page 57 of Playing His Game

Sage smirked. “Probably about as much as Adam’s dick.”

He hummed. “Oh, so only in the best ways?”

“Is it as big and handsome as the rest of him?”

“Honey, it’s so pretty and perfect, I’m going to ride it once a day. Fat, uncut, and just the right length.” Mo sighed dreamily. “I might have to get one of those molds so I can clone it for when he’s gone.”

Sage cackled. “Does he know he’s signed up to be a human dildo?”

Mo grinned. “I think he’s getting the idea. He’s very receptive to coaching.”

“Ugh, now I’m just jealous. Stop bragging about your sex life and tell me you know what you’re doing.”

Now that was just offensive. “Are you implying I haven’t put the last seven years of study to good use?”

Sage gave him a sharp, sober look—no more kidding around. “Are you sure sex with him is a good idea? You’re in a delicate tangle…”

“I’ll be fine. You care and that’s—thank you. But all evidence suggests this might actually make things easier. Turns out his dick is a great cure for tension.”

“Deep-tissue massage?”

“The deepest.”

Sage gave him a considering look. “I won’t push. For now. Just… be careful, okay? I don’t want this to blow up in your face.”

“I’m always careful,” Mo lied. Then, because sometimes, his Id and his tongue worked faster than his brain, “But I’m not sure that blowing in my face would be abadthing…”

A strangled noise sounded from the doorway, and Mo spun to see Adam standing on the threshold, pink-cheeked and wide-eyed. “Uh…”

“Whoops, gotta go! Sleeping Beauty’s awoken and probably needs, like, ten pounds of protein. Talk soon!” He kissed the air and waited for Sage to do the same before hanging up.

“Were you—” Adam scratched at his scalp. “Was that about me?”

Mo eyed Adam cautiously. “It was Sage. Gotta get the chats in where we can when they’re eight hours ahead.”

Silence dragged as Adam considered this, biting his lip. “But you were talking about me—ushaving sex.”

“Sage and I tell each other everything.” Mo reached for the fridge. He needed to keep his hands busy. For some reason, the back of his neck felt prickly.

“Everything?” Adam’s voice almost cracked.

Mo looked over his shoulder to find Adam’s cheeks flushed darker. “Well,” he purred, “almosteverything.”

Adam’s shoulders stopped climbing for his ears, but he didn’t unbunch, which was shockingly adorable.

“Adam, are you embarrassed about sex talk?”

“No,” he said quickly. “No, yes—Look, it’s one thing to talk about it in general, or with the person I’m having it with, but the idea of that person tellingother peopleabout what we do…” He shifted uneasily. Mo wanted to pinch his cheeks. What the fuck.

Another part of him felt a pang of guilt. Adam had mentioned that before, after all—but that was back when any details would have been made up and the audience was everyone, not Mo’s bestie.

Setting eggs and butter on the counter, Mo turned to face Adam and consider the issue seriously. “Is it the thought of other people knowing what you’re like in bed? Or like thatI’mthe one telling?”

Adam shrugged but didn’t answer.

“Look, I’m not being difficult; I’m trying to figure out boundaries. I can’t know what is and isn’t okay to talk about if you don’t tell me.”

“Can you just… not talk about it?”