"Oh, I almost forgot –" He shoved a hand into his jeans pocket and retrieved a travel sized bottle. "Here," he said, tossing the bottle across the room at me. "From my balls to yours." I caught it mid-air and read the description on the bottle. "Lube?" I barked. "Jesus, Gibs." "Hey – don’t knock it until you try it," he scoffed. "I went to a huge fucking effort combing a dozen different chemists to get that for you." Waggling his brows, he added, "The pharmacist told me it's sensitive touch." I stared at him. "It's half empty." He shrugged. "I had to test it before I could recommend it to
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