He strips off the condom and, with a flick of his wrist, flings it past the trash can. It soars through the air, landing with a heavy thud on Micah’s jersey—streams of his release splatter over the navy fabric, painting it white. My mouth drops. “Nice to see chivalry is alive and well. You ruined my jersey.” “I might act like a gentleman, but I won’t fuck you like one.” His lips curl into a smirk that’s all roguish mischief. “And I think that’s only fair now that you’ve ruined me.”
Meredith Trapp: that is the weirdest thing I have EVER read from a MMC.
