he would have liked to adjust the tightness in his breeches if she’d just give him one or seven more inches of space between them, but she insisted on being right up against him, so he instead tried to conjure the least attractive image he possibly could in his mind. “How many orgies have you been in?” Well, that wasn’t going to do it. “I’ve, uh…lost count?” Amma’s brow narrowed, and while that had clearly been the wrong answer, at least the look she gave him would help his trouser situation.
