Abigail, on the other hand, had a very active sex life and wasn’t afraid to share it. “Raincheck on drinks tonight? I have a date with an archeologist, and I’m hoping he’ll unearth my g-spot.” I held the door to our office building open, exited after her, and shouted to her retreating back, “If the archeologist fails, you can try a private detective next. I hear they’re good at finding things.” “A gynecologist might be a safer bet,” a deep voice suggested from behind. “Of course, you know that from personal experience.” I swiveled to find Tate there, leaning against a concrete pillar attached
...more
