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“I wouldn’t argue, but first, I want to know if you have other tattoos.”

Without breaking eye contact with her, I unbutton my jeans. The zipper making its way down the track reverberates around the room with the most delicious sound.

Monty’s skin begins to flush, telling me she wasn’t expecting this.

“Down there?”

I nod.

“On your wiener?”

I burst into laughter, the moment officially ruined.

“Good God, woman. No.Hellno. I would never let a needle near my cock.” She shivers at the word, and said cock jumps at the reaction.

I shove my jeans down my legs, kicking them off to the side and standing before Monty in nothing but tented boxer briefs.

“My thigh.”

Her eyes make a slow perusal, and don’t think I don’t notice how much time she spends staring at my hard dick.

She bends down to see better and of course my little man jumps at the movement, thinking she’s coming down to play.

Chill, junior.

“Poseidon.”

“Why?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“I’ve been told that before.”

“Because he’s god of the sea, and there’s nothing as alluring or terrifying as the sea. I love it.”

She glances up at me. “You’re a complicated man, Robert Cross.”

“I’ve been told that before,” I echo.

Her attention drifts to my other leg, and I can see she’s having a hard time making out what exactly it is she’s looking at.

“What was the first thing I said to you?”

“You asked me if I…” Her voice trails as she continues her perusal. “No way.”

I put two fingers under her chin and bring her stare to mine. “Hi Monty. Wanna see my python?”

She bursts into laughter, and I love watching as she throws her head back.

“I thought you meant your wiener.”

I shrug. “Can’t help that you’re a perv.”

“Oh, youtotallymeant your penis.”

“Did I? I mean, that’s a pretty crass thing to say to a stranger.”

Her eyes fall into slits but she’s not mad, not with that grin on her lips.

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