I’ll try to be more understanding.” He smiled back but his was different. His was sexy. “You could. Or you could get pissed, stick up for yourself, get in my face, be a smartass and earn yourself a couple of orgasms.” I felt my knees tingle in a way I knew they’d be weak if I was standing instead of sitting cross-legged, facing him on the couch. I didn’t show this reaction. I shook my head like he was annoying and kept eating my wonton. “Though,” he kept going, “after my dainty heiress went wild for me, we’ll see about you gettin’ orgasms on a more regular basis.”
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