Moving Miss Probert

“How much does it cost to rent the two of you for the afternoon, without the truck?”

Tony Davies stared down at the limo’s chauffeur for several long seconds. He’d known this would happen! The paint on their truck was barely even dry, and cars were already pulled up alongside it looking for a cheap threesome.

Turning his head, Tony raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. If Sid saw his I-told-you-so expression, the submissive carefully ignored it as he stepped closer to the car.

“Sorry, pal,” he said, leaning over to peer into the vehicle. “We’re not in that business. We really are moving men.”

Tony folded his arms across his chest and refused to stare at the way Sid’s jeans stretched invitingly across his arse when he bent over. He was pissed off with his lover. He was going to stay pissed off with him for the foreseeable future. A cute backside wasn’t going to be enough to get Sid out of trouble this time.

“We just happen to be very nice looking moving men,” Sid continued.

Tony rolled his eyes heavenward. Never mix business and pleasure. Never work with the man you love…

If only he had taken that very good advice. Or, if only one of them had been able to get a real job since their respective parents had found them in bed together and thrown them unceremoniously out onto the street. Hell, if only Tony had been thinking with his brain when he agreed to let Sid pick the name of their fledgling moving company and get it painted on the side of the truck!