Dillon rolled his eyes at me. “Now if we could just get you to learn how to have a quiet orgasm.” “Me?” I gave a derisive snort. “You have no room to talk. And at least I don’t do it in the living room.” My brother looked horrified, gasping with his hand over his heart. “Pete! Maz says we have to stop having sex in the living room.” My brother-in-law came out from his office. “Maybe we should just get heavier doors.”
