I know the game. I know the angle. I know how to make you beg. My hands on your body, my mouth hovering over yours—I’ll tell you everything you want to hear. Ten inches of real estate never felt so good. But don’t take my word for it. My client list is long and my motto is short—one single thrust and you’re mine. I’m not good at what I do, I’m fantastic. But satisfaction doesn’t come cheap. So open your wallet and prepare to forget your name. I’m about to ruin you for any other man. One single thrust and you’re mine.

Jared I’m not your boyfriend. I’m not the guy next door. I don’t even play nice. My hands twisting in your hair, my whispered demand in your ear—I’m the fantasy you’ll wish you never had. When I’m through with you, every inch of your body will know where I’ve been. Your only thought will be the insatiable ache between your legs as my name drags across your lips. You won’t crave more, you’ll beg for it. Because I’m not just a cocky smile with military hardened muscles you paid five grand for—I’m the experience you’ll never forget. One night with me and you’ll know exactly why women pay me to be rough.

Dane I’m silent. I’m trained. I’m lethal. My hand skimming down your thigh, my gaze a weapon—I know more ways to kill you than please you. But you’re not paying for my aim. You’re paying for my control. Bringing you a breath away from ecstasy, watching you beg as I hold back your release, I’ll show you exactly what you’ve been missing. Your hunger is my currency and five thousand is my price. I only have one rule—no repeats, because I’m not for keeps. I’m for sale. One slow grind and I’ll give you exactly what you paid for.