“No, I meant her dick,” I clarified, brushing her hand off my crotch and shifting sideways so that her ass was back on the bench and not on my lap. “Her?” “Claire,” I slurred before pointing to my dick. “And don’t get flattered by that reckless bastard because he’s as blind as a bat and can’t see whose hand is touching him.” I slapped a hand against my chest before saying, “But he can.” “So, that’s it?” Her tone switched from flirtatious to accusatory in an instant. “You’re just saying no?” “Yes, Dee, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Reaching for my pint, I slid it toward her. “But here’s a
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