CHAPTER ELEVEN
QUINCY
Six orgasms.
Kennedy was freaking out of his mind. Well, actually, he’d sent me out of mine. The man had the stamina of a bull. If the military had a breeding program, he would’ve been the Navy SEAL of breeders.
Ha. That was an amusing thought. I should have written that fantasy up and posted it on an erotic story website where the female sailors sought masturbatory fodder when on tour. My old teammates would have loved me for it.
Now, as I lay in Kennedy’s arms, limp as a ragdoll, wrung out by pleasure, my brain slowly came back online.
“You really haven’t had s*x with anyone else since Qatar?” I demanded, breathing in the sweaty scent of s*x.
“Nope.” He said it so easily and immediately I had to believe him. Why would he lie? He was a notorious womanizer. You
