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“Huh?” I sounded like a goddamned dunce.

“Go by another name?” Sean explained even though I’d understood what he’d meant but was baffled as to why he’d ask.

“No. Jacqueline would kill him if she found out he went by anything other than Preston Casswell.”

“Does the name Gibbons ring a bell?”

“That’s Nancy’s surname—Preston’s other mom. Why?”

“Oh, fuck me sideways with a ginormous dildo,” Sean muttered.

“What?”

“Preston Gibbons. That’s the kid who helped me and Micah with that pickle last fall.”

“The attempt to exhort EEMM?”

“Yep.”

“What aren’t you telling me, Sean?” I asked, needing clarity for the brain fucking he was causing

“He’s also a past client?”

“Is that a question?” I shot out.

Sean’s exhale huffed throughout my car. “No—but NDAs and all that shit.”

Memories flitted through my mind. The guilty look on Preston’s face in the elevator when I’d asked who he would hire for the night from EEMM’s lineup if he’d had the balls. The flush that had attempted to overtake his freckles had been etched in my mind.

“Fucking hell.” I glared at the open highway ahead, stepping on the gas. The idea of another man touching him had flared jealousy inside me, but it being one of my friends? A fucking co-worker? Jesus fucking Christ, incinerate my guts right the fuck now. “Who did he book with, Sean?” I bit out the words.

“I can’t share that information.”

“You’ve got to give me something, you asshole. Please!”

“Two of our guys a couple of times, but no one in over a year.”

Possessiveness flared to life, quickly heating me from the inside out. Two when I’d thought one was too many. Who would he go for? What gay escort had gotten a taste of his cum, enjoyed his tight ass milking their dicks?

Heat licked up my spine, and I knew what the Hulk felt like when he erupted through human skin.

Fuck, I couldn’t even think about another man’s hands on Preston.

“You’re growling.” Sean chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up,” I snapped, my hands in a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. It would be a goddamned miracle if I didn’t break the fucking thing in two.

“Someone is jealous—and you’ve no right to be considering all the ass you’ve had in the last couple of years.”

“Fuck you, Sean.”

“No thanks. Teach already took care of me earlier today. My hole needs a break.”

I unclenched my fists to scrub a hand over my face, growling once more.

“How about an address?” Sean suggested. “If anyone asks, finding out where someone lives is easily done online. You can lie about how you located him and keep me from getting into trouble.”

“Fuck yes. Give it to me.”

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