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Blowjob? Fuck? Top or bottom?”
    Andreas‟s cock twitched in response to the suggestions, but his brain had emerged
    from a lust-induced fog and he was full of questions. “I thought you did the after-fight
    visits for a little extra cash on the side. I didn‟t know it wasn‟t your choice.”
    “Didn‟t say it isn‟t my choice.” The man‟s eyes seemed to burn through his
    trousers like blue lasers, scanning every inch of him. “But I don‟t do it for cash. It‟s
    more time off my sentence.”
    Andreas considered that. “You‟ll do anyone who comes in here then—man,
    woman, it doesn‟t matter?”
    “That‟s right.”
    “But what‟s your preference? What do you like to do?” Andreas could almost feel
    the moment when the balance of power shifted. Jabez looked uncomfortable. He didn‟t
    like to be questioned.
    He reached for the fly of Andreas‟s pants. “You want to fuck or talk the whole
    time?”
    Andreas pushed his hand away. “Talk. Answer the question. What do you like?”
    “Whatever the client wants.” His jaw clenched so hard it bulged. Every muscle in
    his powerful body looked as tense as a cat facing a bathtub full of water.
    “How do you feel about fighting? Do you hate it or do you get a charge from it?”
    He shrugged. “I just do it. Now do you want me to suck you off or what?”
    Andreas would‟ve liked nothing better, but he was more intrigued to hear Jabez‟s
    answers to his questions. He didn‟t believe the man had no thoughts or feelings about
    the things he did. Suddenly, he was determined to know more, and curiosity was more
    powerful than his sexual urge.

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    Bonnie Dee
    “Do they ever rent out your services here? Could someone buy your contract?”
    Jabez finally lifted his eyes from Andreas‟s groin to his face. His eyes were wide
    except for the droop caused by the scar. “What?”
    “Say I wanted to hire you as a personal trainer or a bodyguard. Would that be
    possible?”
    A scowl twisted his brows, and his eyes narrowed once more. “Only way out of
    here is in a body bag.”
    “Or when your indenture is up.”
    “It‟s never up.” His mutter was so soft, Andreas strained to hear the words.
    He wanted to ask, Then why do you do it at all? Why fight or entertain clients if you
    really believe your sentence will never end? but a flash of hopeless misery across the man‟s
    battered face kept him silent.
    Andreas‟s chest ached in sympathy for the plight of the fighter. He‟d been to cage
    matches and other combat events his entire life and had never questioned the terms of
    the gladiators‟ employment until now. Fights were just another entertainment like vids
    or races or any sporting event—something to pass the time. Andreas hadn‟t been raised
    to consider the ethics of what the underclass did to make a living. He had his place in
    life, and his people were all that was important.
    “Are we finished here? Or do you want something else?” The fighter moved closer
    to Andreas, once more boxing him in by the door. “I think you do. I think all this talk is
    ‟cause you‟re scared to ask for what you want.”
    Andreas‟s erection had flagged as questions and guilt distracted him, but it
    stiffened again at the man‟s husky voice and the proximity of his body. He inhaled the
    powerful odor of his sweat, as sharp and tangy as fresh-cut grass. He wanted to lean in
    and lick his gleaming chest, tasting salt and oil.
    Jabez reached for his fly, and Andreas didn‟t bat his hands away this time. The
    man cupped the bulge in front, his hand heavy and hot, and gave a little squeeze.
    Andreas sucked in a breath.
    “Yeah. This is what you want.” The other man‟s voice was a low, sultry caress and
    as powerful as his touch. “This is what you need.”
    Jabez unfastened Andreas‟s pants and reached inside to pull out his cock. Andreas
    couldn‟t drag his gaze away from that big hand, the skin on the knuckles broken and
    bleeding. The dark purple head of