Page 70 of Pretty Little Thing

Melanie wrinkles her nose. “We talking in general or with Robbie specifically?” she asks.

“Robbie, let’s say. But only because I’m genuinely curious.”

I raise a finger. “Me, too.”

Melanie stares off for a moment. “I miss his vasectomy. Does that count?”

“No,” Trix says.

“Oh. Then, no.”

I snort and pick up my glass. “I miss the deep, soulful chats,” I say, taking a sip. “Staying up all night just talking with sex being the furthest thing from your minds…”

“Yeah,” Trix says with a sigh. “Those are nice.”

“Multiple orgasms,” Melanie says.

“Oh, yeah,” I say. “Those are nice, too.”

“No, I mean Robbie,” she says. “He can have them.”

I raise my head. “Robbie?Seriously?”

“No, he can’t,” Trix says. “Men can’t do that. Can they do that?”

Melanie nods. “Oh, yes. Some can and he could.” She sighs. “That man could pull out, come all over my tits, go right back in, and pound me until we both came together. Now, that... that a girl might miss. But the rest of it?” She waves a hand. “Nah.”

I blow a raspberry until I run out of air. “Sex. That is all.”

“And not just any sex,” Trix says. “Mind-blowing, body-tingling, need-to-rehydrate-mid-boning sex.”

My mind wanders back to that room on the third floor. Naked and chilled to the core but I had sweat on my brow and heat rising off my skin. I could feel the outline of his cock pushed against my clit. Just five more minutes and I’m sure I would have been screaming his name.

Mr. Snow.

“No-ra!”

I snap to attention. “Huh?”

“I said, how’s the stress going?” Melanie asks, her eyes squinting. “You okay?”

“Uh…” I swallow. “Yeah, I’m just… really fucking drunk.”

“Good. I’m not the only one, then…”

We all raise our glasses once more, each one of us throwing back whatever was left inside and chugging it down our throats. A little wine dribbles over my chin. I wipe it away but the heat inside of me rages on.

Mr. Snow.

I can’t wait any longer.

I glance at the clock. It’s just after midnight. Clive works the club until two…

I feel for my phone in my pocket before pushing off the floor. “Be right back.”

Melanie nods at Trix. “Any word from Big Dick Bodyguard?”

“No, not yet…”

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