“Exactly. The number of times I can bring you to orgasm before you’re physically spent.” “Do you have a guesstimate?” “I don’t do guesstimates.” He snakes his arm around my waist and tugs me closer, his lips only an inch away from mine. “I make damn sure I can follow through on my calculations, and then I execute.” “How many?” I whisper on his lips. “How high can you count?”
ahhhh someone call the ambulam
