บท 26: Chapter 26

“Hey, jazzman…” I yanked him to a halt. “First, I’d love to hear you play something.”

“Now? Really?” Turning, he drew a sip from his beer while his forehead creased in query. “On the brink of another fuck-fest?”

“What can I say? I’m fickle and easily distracted.” I smirked. “Seriously, I want to hear what you can do. Plus, seeing you naked at the piano is certain to be a real turn-on.”

“Ha! What would you like me to play?”

“Not sure. What do you know?”

He smirked back at me. “You want me to rattle off my entire repertoire? We’ll be here for weeks. Besides, what do I look like, a jukebox?”

“Actually you look more like a slot machine, considering that semi-hard crank sticking up between your legs.”

“So instead of yanking that crank in the hopes of hitting the jackpot, you want me to tickle the ivories?”

“I already hit the jackpot once today, and I know that revved up machine of yours will pay out again.”

“You do, huh? You’re that sure of my abilities in the bedroom?”