“Right,” he drawls. “And you don’t want his nice, straight dick in your mouth.” Pinching my eyes closed doesn’t do a damn thing to blot out that inappropriate image. “Daniel,” I heave in frustration. “No. I’ve sworn off men for a while. Okay?” I don’t trust his silence. And this is possibly the slowest elevator ride ever. “Because I’d totally let him put his dick in my mouth,” he adds. That’s it. Now he’s just trying to provoke me. Scoffing, I turn and give his shoulder a shove. “You’re such a ho,” I snap, but it comes out chopped with laughter.
