Page 58 of Playing His Game

Mo gave Adam a flat look. “Sage and I talk about sex. I’m not going to not talk about it with them because you’re a prude.” He grabbed a bowl and started cracking eggs.

Adam cursed softly and ran his hands over his face. “You’re right.”

“Thank you,” Mo sniffed. Then unbent enough to say, “Where’s the line for you? Talking about my sex life? Talking about what I want to do with you? What we have done? How your dick pressed just right?—”

“Please stop.” Adam turned red again, but there was a quirk of a smile on his lips, at least. “I guess the line is talking aboutme.”

“So talking about wanting a facial is okay, but talking about you wanting one or giving one, not okay?”

“Sure.” Adam’s voice was strangled, but there was a gleam in his eyes, behind the embarrassment, which suggested he wasn’t opposed to facials in and of themselves.

“Great! Henceforth, I shall only discuss our sex life in the abstract.”

“Abstract, huh?” Adam stepped closer, finally unbending. He looked intrigued. “Think you can manage?”

“Manage what? Sparing the details if I can continue banging you like a screen door in order to relieve the many frustrations of life? Yes. Yes, I do.”

Another step. “I seem to remember that I was doing all the banging, Mr. Screen Door.”

“You did a very good job,” Mo agreed, abandoning the eggs.

Adam went pink again, but his expression was coy, delighted. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. A gentlemananda rogue. Fucked to perfection. You’ve got a pretty cock and know how to use it.”

Adam looked positively dazed under all that praise.

Fuck it. Breakfast could wait.

8

Mo hadn’t putAdam Murphy screwing me like I am Ikea flatpack and he’s following the directionson his bingo card for the year, but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

Once the tension had broken, Adam happily fucked Mo on any reasonable surface in either of their homes.

Mo could not believe he was having the best sex of his life with the guy he’d been bickering with for almost ten years. The guy he’d accused of having a stick up his ass the first time they met. But the sex wasphenomenal. Adam was strong and fit, with a perfect cock and the attention to detail to give it exactly how Mo liked it.

A week after the dinner with his parents, Mo was under the hood of the Corvette when “The Imperial March” broke the silence.Fuck.

Audrey never brought good news.

“The Canyons’ annual casino night is this weekend. The players are acting as the staff again, and we want you tending bar with Murphy.”

“First time you’ve wanted me at a bar instead of out of it,” Mo chirped, instead of giving in to the urge to swear. He doubted Audrey would appreciate his first thought ofFuckity fuck! There goes the no-teammates rule!

Audrey sniffed. “Just make sure you can be there. We’ll email you the details.”

When the organizational charts came through, Mo wasn’t surprised to see his was the only SaP name listed. He texted Maddison to be sure, but he guessed he was reaping “son of the owners” perks. If they could be called perks.

A whole evening surrounded by people like his parentsandAdam’s teammates, and not even Mads for backup. Clearly, the universe had it out for him.

When he broke the news to Adam—about five minutes after mutual orgasms, and while still in bed together, sweat-slick and sticky—Adam turned his head to give Mo an assessing look.

“It makes sense, I guess. I mean—it’s a good way for us to make a semipublic debut and for your parents to show their blessing.”

“Like anyone wants it,” Mo snarked, was grateful when Adam didn’t contradict him.

“So. Know anything about bartending?” Adam asked instead.