Chapter Six
Millie sat up and placed a hand on his bicep. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“It’s… ah…” His face heated. He swallowed, pulse racing. “I’ve only been intimate once since my surgery,” he blurted. There. He tensed, waiting for her reaction. After his first disastrous experience post-amputation, he’d shunned dating entirely. The explanations, the difficulty, had all been too much. Better to be celibate than endure the humiliation of revulsion, or worse, pity.
“Ooh.” Her eyebrows shot up and her mouth went round, and a picture of her rose unbidden, that perfect mouth wrapped around his c**k. He shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his cargos so that the bulge was a little less obvious. But the woman didn’t miss a thing. Her eyes drifted to his package and she tilted her head, obviously
