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“You lost me. What doesn’t work?”

“You can’t make me come with your fingers.”

My eyebrows hit my forehead. It takes me a second to recover from the shock.

“The hell I can’t.”

“Rod, don’t be stubborn.”

“I’m at a loss, Dom.”

She doesn’t answer.

“Talk to me.”

Still no answer.

“Are you a virgin?”

She shakes her head.

“Answer me,” I demand.

“I’m not.”

“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. You can’t have an orgasm because of a medical condition or you’ve just been with shitheads who needed a map and a flashlight… and even with those, they couldn’t find their way around?”

She shakes her head, but she does a pretty poor job at hiding her smile.

“What? It’s a legitimate question.” I defend.

She purses her lips and blinks up to the ceiling. She always does that when she’s uncomfortable about something.

“Dom,” I press. I place my fingers around her chin and lower her head so our eyes meet. “I’m your best friend. Talk to me,” I repeat.

“I’ve never allowed myself to… you know…”

“No, I don’t know. Tell me.”

“It’s hard for me to get into it. To block everything out and let my body do the thinking. My mind is constantly… active.”

What a crying shame.

“What happened to cause that?”

“Nothing.” She shakes her head vehemently. “It’s just me.”

Her answer comes too quickly, but I don’t push her. We can talk about it another time. I try a different approach.

“I know everything about you, except for what drives you over the edge. What do I have to do to make you scream out my name when you come?”

She laughs.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’ve never been able to have an orgasm with a guy, so I wouldn’t know.”

“But you’ve had them?”