"Not exactly."
He leaned back against the wall behind him, completely relaxed, her weight in his lap, cock buried inside her like it was the most natural place in the world for it to be.
"I think I already have too many women gathered at this point." His tone was conversational. Genuinely conversational. "I'd probably need some time just to remember everyone's names."
Elena's eye twitched.
Just slightly. At the corner. The very controlled, very contained twitch of a woman exercising enormous restraint.
"So." Her voice came out dangerously even. "You are forgetting the names of the women you're sleeping with."
"Is that wrong?"
She stared at him.
