The unwelcome ring of an incoming call interrupted our obscene symphony of moans and grunts, followed by a cool voice. “This is Alex.” My eyes flew open. I gaped at Alex, who stared down at me with a calm expression as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the call. Gone was passionate, playful Alex; in its place was the composed businessman Alex. “No, I’m free to talk. What happened with the Wilbur development?” Free to talk? He was still inside me!
