“Seriously though, Loz. How was it?” “The fuck, Max?” “I don’t mean how was the actual sex, fuck-nugget. How was it”—he waves a hand around—“like after and stuff. How were you? Is it an ongoing thing?” “Never happening again.” “And is she good with that?” “More than good,” I snap. “Oh?” He glances at me before turning his attention back to the road. “I don’t think she …” I swallow. “Don’t think she what?” I scrub a hand down my face. “Enjoyed it,” I mumble. “Sure she did,” he insists. “You’re like a top fucking Dom or something. I see those women drooling over you whenever we go anywhere near
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