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He looks lost in his head but replies straight away when I ask, “Do you think there’s a possibility I’m still feeling some effects from the drug?”
“Hard to say. What are your symptoms?”
Might as well tell him everything. “Um, I’m mad horny, but at the same time, don’t like to be touched.”
“Hypersensitivity is quite normal after what you went through. It will wear off.”
“Yeah?” I release a relieved breath. “I thought I was holding a one-way ticket to Madville.”
“Not at all.” He shakes his head vehemently. “You’ve been overwhelmed with sensations, and while your mind is trying to process them, the body pushes away new ones.”
“Then why am I turned on most of the time? Even when I sleep.” I whisper the last part.
“Concupiscent dreams. A couple of people who were dosed with this drug had the same issue. Meg and I believe it’s because your brain floated on such high levels of oxytocin after all the intercourse, that it craves it back.”
“Like an addict?”
“Exactly. The intervals of pain that you suffered increased the pleasure enormously, which acted like an analgesic. That’s why your mind is trying to relive it and sleeping is the perfect moment because you’re utterly relaxed. Especially during REM phase, your brain activity looks very similar to brain activity while you’re awake.”
“So my mind and body are totally fucked up at the moment.” I don’t want to be touched, but I crave a dicking. One dick in particular. “In other words I’m dickmatized,” I suddenly exclaim, slumping back into my chair. “His good dick cast a spell and took control over me!”
“Gabe’s?” Sari looks for confirmation.
I nod.
“Again, it's kind of comprehensible to become attached to the person who you shared this kind of predicament with.”
“If you mean I want to attach his cock to my ass permanently, yeah that’s it. And it has to be the drug.” Unless being dickmatized is a real thing.
“This drug disappears quickly from a person’s system because of all the perspiration while having sex and the multiple orgasms. I presume you sustained them both.”
“You presume correctly, Angel.” A memory of Gabe’s muscular chest covered in beads of sweat, the small drops trickling down his defined abs as he plowed roughly into me, pops into my head. His gray eyes filled with raw pleasure as he came inside me. My cock twitches, and I feel theperspirationhitting me again.
“It happened three days ago, Lori. Give yourself some time. And if the symptoms don’t go away, I think you should talk to?—”
“Meg?” I interject.
“Gabe,” he says instead.
I snort at Sari’s advice. I tried calling him. He didn’t pick up that damn phone, and his twit of a new PA told me that Mr. Reed was too busy to take my calls. But he has time to send texts to Ollie regarding my health. He’s so bloody irritating!
“What are we talking about?” Ollie utters, sitting back down at the table, followed by Rague.
My unfailing brain spits out a quick reply. “If I’m the twink in this relationship and you’re the twunk. Are we the twink-twunk besties? Or the bestwinks? Bestwunks?”
“Who died and made you king of naming things?” Uri asks snarkily, taking his seat near Sari again.
Rague lets out a grunt. “You know he names everything.”
“KKJ is right. My dick’s name is Robert unless is chilly, then it’s Bert. Very cold Bob.” I wink at him. Sari giggles while Uri mutters something, but I’m too taken by the sight of a familiar figure with long black hair standing outside the café on the opposite sidewalk.
I hear Ollie’s huff. “So glad we arrived for the mature part of the conversation.” I’m tempted to stick my tongue out, but that would only be proving his point.
“I’ll grab a coffee; anyone want something?” Sari asks.
I shake my head. “The barista, Luke.”
“Noah,” Ollie corrects me for some idiotic reason.
