“What does you being a man have to do with anything?” “I—” His mouth opens, then clicks shut as he frowns at me. “Doesn’t it?” I quirk a brow at him, utterly at a loss to this turn in the conversation. “Was it me jerking off that gorgeous cock of yours that made you think I wasn’t interested in men? Or me oiling you up and having you parade around as my most exquisite furniture?” That was a particularly weak day for me. “Or was it the way I bent you over to see how you would take that hook up that pretty ass of yours?” I shake my head, disbelieving. “No. I wouldn’t change a thing about you,
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