“You know, do you think of anyone in particular?” Oliver’s head tilts slightly through a quizzical frown, visibly processing my query. “Are you referring to masturbation?” The heat engulfs me from toes to top. Jesus. I was not expecting that reply. At all. “Oh, um, I mean…” Holy hell, I feel like a blushing schoolgirl in the middle of sex ed class. I clear my throat. “Sure. I guess.” His eyes are ablaze as they sink into me, coasting over my curves, and he answers easily, “Sometimes I think of you.” It takes an astounding amount of effort to keep from blacking out. I feel my mouth go dry as a
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