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know it’s not safe to leave your patio door open?”
    “I think we’ve figured that out now,” Madison snapped. Why couldn’t he just shut the hell up?
    Tia advanced on him, fixing him with a stare. “Why don’t you have a place to sleep?”
    He shifted on the bed, moving his hips and making his abs ripple. “I’m sorta between places, I reckon.”
    Was that twang getting twangier?
    Tia clutched the pillow to her chest and scowled, but Madison had hung out with her long enough to know when her interest was piqued.
    Tia was looking him over, pressing her lips together as her gaze lingered on the guy’s crotch. “Please get off our bed,” she said, apparently not quite sold on him yet.
    “But I’m liking it right here,” he said, shoving his hand down his pants.
    “Are you grabbing your dick?” Tia asked, her voice high. Not hysterical, but definitely surprised.
    “What if I am?” he said, his hand moving underneath his zipper.
    Tia didn’t say anything. She just stood there, studying each solid inch of his lean, hard body, thinking, no doubt, about what she was doing to do about him. And about that hard-on he was tugging.
    “Pull your pants down. Let us see it.” That was direct, even for Tia.
    He slanted her a grin, and her face softened. She wasn’t about to look away from his fingers, now working the button, revealing more of that trail of hair. The guy moved his gaze to Madison, but she was over him. Of the two of them, Tia’d always been the one with the thing for trashy.
    Tia tugged on the edges of the pillow, still clutched in her arms. “Hurry up.”
    “Yes’m.” He peeled apart his jeans and thrust his hips high. His cock jutted straight up, thick and dark from all that squeezing.
    “Do you mind, Madison?” Tia asked, not needing to say all the words.
    Madison shrugged. “I have to finish brushing my teeth anyway.” Then to him, “But you have to sleep out on the porch when she’s done fucking you.”
    “That suit you? My sleepin’ out there? Alone ?”
    Tia, halfway through getting her shorts off, paused. “Yes, it does. Once I get what I want.” She kicked off her shorts, ready to wiggle out of her thong. “You have a problem with that?” she asked him.
    Madison pulled out her phone. “If you do, I can call the front desk, let them know you thought this room was vacant and therefore broke in and made yourself at home?”
    Problem solved. Tia climbed onto him, settling over that hard dick with the grace of a porn star. Madison ducked into the bathroom and grabbed her toothbrush, still coated with Crest. After finishing her teeth, she peeled off her clothes and got into the shower.
    When Madison came out of the bathroom, Tia was climbing off him, wrapping the sheet around herself. Like the good pet he was apparently accustomed to being, he offered them a sidelong grin, mumbled, “Night all,” and went out onto the balcony and lay down on the bare cement.
    Tia tossed him the bedcover, then clicked the flimsy lock into place.
     
    * * * *
     
    The next afternoon, when Madison got back from making the demo at Nikki’s studio, Tia’s pet boy was still in the hotel room. He was, unsurprisingly enough, stretched out on the bed, naked, his twenty-four-seven hard-on sticking out while he held the remote in one hand and a mostly empty two liter of RC Cola in the other.
    “Evenin’.”
    If she weren’t carrying what even in her own overly critical mind was a damn good set of tracks, and the phone number of a solid contact back in Ohio, she would’ve wanted to shove his sweet, smooth-talkin’ self out of the door. Not the balcony door, where he would simply charm his way back in whenever Tia returned from wherever she was, but the real door. But with the recordings done, she was in a very generous mood and so she simply nodded.
    Still. Why did a woman who earned six figures want to entertain herself with some low-level hottie?
    “Tia’ll be right back. She told me to stay here