“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you’re a terrible actress and I’m calling bullshit on that little performance of yours.” His fingers scraped across my breast. “In my experience, when a woman climaxes—and I mean really climaxes—she’s sensitive. Her skin feels electric and she doesn’t want to be touched. She just wants to revel in the afterglow.” “You know, talking about other women in bed isn’t a great look,” I retorted. His remark was cutting. “The same could be said about faking an orgasm.”
