Chapter 9

• It was her turn to appear scandalized. She was not looking for me to be willing. Negotiating shoving my dick in Klaus Mikasa wasn't on my year's bingo card, either. But it was all theoretical anyway.
• No hurting me." She had stood up a finger for every rule, counting them out on her hand and starting with her thumb. "No audience, you always wear a condom—I am never getting pregnant again—and we'll have to be exclusive.".
• I nodded. That's not a problem. I'd been a huge pussy lover in my old gigolo job, and I just wasn't up for variety. If anything had been true about that job, it was that a pussy was a pussy.