CHAPTER NINE

He cracked open a lobster claw and sucked the contents into his mouth. I swallowed tightly and looked forlornly at my fish. Sighing, I decided to stare at him until I got my answer.

“You have no idea, do you?” He shook his head and licked his fingers, one by one. My pulse couldn’t take much more of this.

Wanting to growl at him in frustration, I kept my gaze cool and held the stare. Eventually, he would give in. I hoped.

“Pleasure. Intense, unadulterated, fucking amazing pleasure. There isn’t a single woman who’s withheld an orgasm from me, and I make ninety percent of them go multiple.

An average scene will have my client climaxing anywhere between five and ten times. The figures are more dependent on her stamina than my ability, for the record.”

My jaw wanted to drop open, but I was chewing, and it wouldn’t be a good look. He was lying. He had to be lying.

Ten orgasms in a two-hour session? My stamina was good, but that would probably kill me. As to multiples, they were a thing o