Chapter Forty Seven

“He’s Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British!” he all but squealed.

Thank you, Shaw, you rat bastard.

“Nice to see you, Shaw. We’ll catch up soon. Goodbye!” I pushed my apartment door open and walked in.

Ivan was laughing behind me, and as much as I was annoyed at Shaw for blurting that out, I was thankful that he cut through the tension.

“Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British, huh?”

I clapped my hands to my flaming cheeks. “I didn’t know your name. I had to call you something when I explained to my other best friend how you stole my orgasm and that pretty much summed it up.”

“I stole your orgasm?”

“Eh. You gave it back, so who cares?”

“Want another?” He kissed the back of my neck.

I turned to face him and gripped the collar of his shirt. “I’m not going to argue if you insist.”

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