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Pia
I should have been offended, not totally turned on, panties soaked and heart beat thumping in my ears. Zero intimacy—zero touching other than f*****g a willing, impersonal hole.
Wow. Just … wow.
My mind whirled as fast as the coffee bean grinder in the background. “You could … um … always tie a woman up. Keep her from touching you. At least experience the intimacy of doing it face to face. Seeing her eyes when she comes.” I snapped my jaw shut, the blood draining from my face as I realized my thoughts spilled out in actual words.
I did not just say that. What the heck is wrong with my filter?
His cold eyes heated, lighting every inch of my skin on fire, and I cursed myself for spewing s**t like he’d claimed to do seconds earlier. What a mess we were.
“Sorry,” I hurried to toss
