He shakes his head. “Well, give me a second to recover. I need to rebuild my strength. It’s not like they’re just handing out multiple orgasms on aisle six of the bulk orgasm store.” I push him flat on the mattress. “How do you know?” I shoot back, crawling on my hands and knees until I’m straddling a very naked Dr. Westbrook. “Maybe you don’t have the right membership.” With a burst of renewed energy, he shoots up, flips me onto my back, and then hovers over me. His lips drop to my ear. “I don’t need a membership when I’ve got you.”
