‘Fuck. Does your cunt go to a special cunt gym? Because it’s fucking ripped. Does it lift weights? Do squats?’ ’No, but it has an excellent personal trainer,’ I quip. He stills beneath me. ‘I know I don’t have the right to ask you this, but… just the one trainer?’ ‘Just the one,’ I whisper, and he squeezes me tighter. ‘Good.’ There’s a pause, then he clears his throat. ‘My dick only has one PT too, and she’s bloody gorgeous.’
