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She’s already wet again, and I grunt as her body wriggles on the bed next to me.
“Only if you want to go for a record,” I say, sliding my finger out and sucking it. “Sweet as a lollipop.”
Her eyes go dark. “You’re so dirty, Brett.”
“Don’t you like it when I’m dirty?”
“I like you any way you are actually. Oh my gosh, that sounds so lame, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t mind if you sound lame.”
“Hey there,” she says, swatting my shoulder. “You’re not supposed to say that. You’re supposed to say I sound intelligent and brilliant at all times.”
“So, you do want me to lie?”
She giggles. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I don’t know. What do you want to do with me?”
“Hmm. I’d say ride you, but I’ve ridden you twice tonight.”
“Yes, you have. And I’ll say, I didn’t know how much I’d enjoy reverse cowgirl.”
“I had a feeling you would.” She grins. “Dinner was delicious, by the way. I didn’t know you were such a good cook.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m a good cook. I can make approximately five dishes.”
“Well, the salmon you made tonight was divine. I love baked potatoes, and you kicked them up a notch.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I like having you here.”
“I know you do, or you wouldn’t have me here, right?”
“True. You know, this is a bit of a record for me.”
“What? How many times you can go in one night?”
“No. How many times I’ve seen the same woman.”
“Maybe that’s because we both know it’s just friends with benefits,” she says, her eyes looking away for a few seconds.
“Yeah, I guess that’s why,” I say, even though I know that’s not true. “You know this is more than …”
She presses her finger to my lips. “We don’t have to define anything or make each other feel better about the fact that we have hot sex and enjoy it. I’m an adult, Brett. You don’t have to feel guilty that you like to fuck me and I like to fuck you and our bodily fluids are all over your apartment.” She wrinkles her nose. “That sounds like a line from a crime show.”
“Please don’t put that one in your set,” I say, and she bursts out laughing. “You know, I have a joke for you.”
She looks up at me. “Oh? What’s that?”
“What do you call a man who’s never satisfied, always ready, and has the biggest cock in the world?”
“I don’t know. What?”
“Brett Selleck, of course.”
She lets out a loud groan and rolls her eyes, and I can’t help laughing. I pull her into my arms and stroke her hair.
“What? You don’t think I’m funny? You don’t think I should audition too?”
