“You like it when I talk to you that way,” Jason said. “Uncultured, uncivilized, rough and filthy. You like it when I tell you I want to f**k you over your writing-desk, or that your arse looks even better with my prick up it. You—” He stopped. Became Jason once more, and adorably wide-eyed. “Are you sure I can say this?”
“We’re already getting the higher rating just because of the subject matter.” Colby wanted to poke him with a foot. Didn’t. But nearly so. “We may as well embrace it. As it were. And both Stephen and Will know all the words. Stephen’s been to those certain gentlemen’s clubs. Will’s read about them.” He was also thinking about Jason’s voice. About Jason murmuring the words in question: about bending him over the writing-desk, taking him, f*****g him.
He squirmed a little
