Just when I think I’ve lost him again, he sighs and rubs his forehead. “You’re kidding, right?” “Huh?” I blink at him. He exhales a faint, incredulous laugh. “Dallas, I can’t talk. Not when Scout needs to have an important conversation. Not when we’re doing a kink that requires communication, or when I know he desperately wants to hear me call him sir. Not when we’re filming porn that would make more money if I could speak. It doesn’t pick and choose convenient times. Usually it happens right when he needs me the most.”
