I loan you my whole second rig and nothing, Killian said. You need a shower. He buried his face against my chest, still covered by silk, but the weight of his face against me made me close my eyes, and when I opened them, I was looking at Jean-Claude. Fine, have it your way, but Louie is the best repeatable sex that you've ever had.
Why? he asked again. I dried off, wrapped a towel around my hair, and put the robe on. You're as horrified by it as I am, he said, and was gone. His eyes were wide and dead, but it was daylight.
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