“For f**k’s sake. You’re going to give me an ulcer.”
I bite back my smirk. “I didn’t f**k her.”
“Oh, thank the lord.”
“…with my c**k,” I reveal before he gets too excited and nominates me for a Nobel Peace Prize. “I’m a giver, Dixon. You know this.”
“No, you’re an asshole. How did this happen?”
“Don’t tell me it’s been that long you need me to draw you a diagram,” I reply, thoroughly amused.
“I don’t know why I bother.” He sighs.
Needing to cut this conversation short because Mary is just outside my door, I enlighten him. “I tried to fight her off, I know you don’t believe me, but it’s true. Then she made reference to her p***y and me eating it out with a spoon, and then one thing led to another and I was bending her over my desk. She wanted me to f**k her, but she’s a virgin, a f**
