The first rule of working the streets is not to get attached to any of the clients, but Sammy can't deny he's rather fond of John, who actually seems to be a decent guy, on top of being hot.
The first rule of paying for s*x is not to get attached to the prostitutes, but John is willing to admit to himself that he wishes Sammy was more than the guy he occasionally pays for s*x.
It's a good thing rules are meant to be broken.
Chapter 1“Sammy, your Suit’s here again.” Sam frowned at the chip in a fingernail, playing it cool, though his heart sped up. He could nibble off the rough edge, but that would smear his lip gloss, Pink Persuasion, his favorite. He glanced up through his thick lashes. Sure enough, John leaned against a lamppost, pretending he hadn’t been staring to gain his attention, and failing miserably. He liked when a man was desperate for him. Especially this one. John was beautiful. And that c**k of his…Show time. Climbing from his perch on the picnic bench, he winked at Tad and the others and shook out the white skirt of his sundress. The sun was lowering behind them and John could probably see right through the filmy material, maybe catch a tantalizing glimpse of his turquoise bikini briefs. He
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