Page 163 of Demons Dig Donuts

Indy sat up straighter. “You’re serious?”

“About Luke? Yes. Changelings are known for their appetite.”

“No, no, dumbass. I mean, the sex work.” Indy frowned. “You wouldn’t want to, like, Pretty Woman me up and get me to quit?”

“Sex work is work.” Mr. Heiss arched his brow. “My singular concern would be for your safety, but that would apply to any profession you wanted to pursue.” He tilted his head. “What’s the matter? Do you want me to ask you to stop?”

“No? Yes? I actually don’t know.” Indy laughed, cuddling in against Mr. Heiss’s chest. “I’ve done it for so long, I have no idea what else I would do. Don’t get me wrong. I do love the idea of having a demon sugar daddy, meow, but I still want to do… something.”

“You will have all the time in the world to figure it out, Sonnenschein.” Mr. Heiss hugged Indy close. “I own many businesses. You could always try your hand at any number of them and see if you like it.”

“Part-time sex worker, part-time… baker?” Indy snorted out a laugh, thinking of Mr. Heiss and his love for donuts. “You totally own a bakery, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

“I could be a naked baker. Combine both my interests. Do OnlyFans but it’s OnlyBuns. Get it?”

“Yes.”

“Stuff my buns and then stuff my buns, if you know what I mean.”

“I do.” Mr. Heiss sighed as if annoyed, but it sounded like he was smiling.

“You could hold the camera. It’ll be great.” Indy hummed. “Now I just have to figure out how to bake. Can’t be that hard. Gammy does it all the time and she’s dead.”

“Please don’t burn my house down.”

“I make no promises.” Indy snickered, giving Mr. Heiss another squeeze. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Caring about me. Letting me make my own choices. The good dick. All of it.” Indy smiled. “You’re a hell of a guy, Raph.”

“Don’t tell anyone. I have quite the reputation to uphold.”

“Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure no one will ever question what a giant asshole you can be.” Indy laughed again. “Pretty sure Nyp was going to cry after you told him we weren’t actually going to get coffee. Me too though, but oof. I swear I saw tears.”

Mr. Heiss growled and promptly gulped down his drink. “Can we not?”

“What? Talk about Nyp?” Indy peered curiously, intrigued. “You know, when you were going through your whole tragic backstory, you didn’t mention him.”

“No, I didn’t.” Mr. Heiss narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

“What? I can’t be curious about your exes?”

“He is not an ex.” Mr. Heiss scoffed.

“What about, oh, what was his name… Shiloh?”

“What? No.”

“No?” Indy wagged his brow. “King told me he was gasping for your cock.”

“Yes, but he was left wanting.” Mr. Heiss then smirked, confidently teasing, “As if either of them could actually get with any of this.”

Indy burst out laughing, and he had to kiss Mr. Heiss. “Mmm, you do have very high standards. Look at me. I’m like a twelve out of ten.”

“That’s too many—”