“Not a chance,” he decides. “Or if that's true, the poor sap did a piss poor job.” I scowl and drop my hands to my sides. “How on earth would you be able to tell that?” There is nothing sarcastic about his tone as he answers. “Because if you had been pleasured right, you'd have sexy, freshly fucked hair and the most incredible pink, flushed skin. Not to mention, a sated smile.”
