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them both.
    She nodded, glancing over her shoulder at Max. She didn’t remove her hands. “Max, get your ass over here and feel this. Damn, this man is stacked.”
    I wanted to laugh. God, did I want to, but I grinned at Max and arched my eyebrow instead. She rolled her eyes as she took a drink of her beer.
    The woman had the emotional availability of a brick wall. She might have been the female version of me. The one time I found someone I wanted to at least get to know, she shut me the hell out. Figured.
    “I’m perfectly happy just watching you two fondle him.” She faced forward, cutting off all eye contact with me.
    “Did these hurt?” Malia asked, raking her nails across my back to my other shoulder.
    “Not very much,” I said, smiling down at them before returning my attention to Max.
    Another night, this would have been the beginning of foreplay. I wouldn’t have had to work too hard to get them back to my place. But they weren’t my targets. She was ignoring me, acting unimpressed with my physique.
    Nita moved her face closer to my chest. I could feel her warm breath as it skidded across my skin.
    “Fuck,” she moaned as she felt me.
    “You said that already, Nita. He’s not that impressive,” Max shot over her shoulder.
    “Max, shut up. You haven’t felt him. He fucking is!” Nita yelled into my chest. “Hey,” she said, getting my attention. “Don’t listen to her. She hasn’t been fucked since Obama became president.”
    Nita and Malia both started to laugh.
    My eyes shot back to Max. It couldn’t be. There was no way a creature as beautiful as her hadn’t been touched in years. No fucking way. Everybody needs that connection eventually.
    Max swiveled on her stool and glared at the girls. Fuck. If looks could kill, they’d both be dead. Yikes, she gave a scary damn look. Scarier than any face I’d ever seen Izzy give me.
    “You two bitches need to shut the fuck up. You know that shit isn’t true.”
    I kept my eyes pinned to her, but she didn’t look at me. “It can’t be true,” I whispered.
    “It is,” Nita whispered. She gave me sad eyes when she spoke. Even if she was yanking Max’s chain, I could see she felt bad for her.
    Nothing made sense. I couldn’t see anything wrong with her. What the hell had I missed? In all honesty, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. And hell, my eyes had seen their fair share. Her body was smoking, with curvy hips, a lavish ass, tits that were more than a handful, flawless mocha skin, and straight black hair that grazed her ass when she walked.
    I knew I was a superficial fuckwad, but I did have a dick. Looks were the first thing I noticed on a woman.
    Maybe she had some nasty habit or was secretly a freak, and not the good kind. Either that or she was a nun in disguise. There was no way she wasn’t getting banged or at least being offered to be fucked all the time. I couldn’t have been the only one who wanted to taste her. God, did I fucking want to taste her.
    “Sir,” a male voice said, interrupting my thoughts as I stared at Max.
    I shook my head, breaking myself from the trance. A tall and very burly man walked between Max and me and stood behind Nita.
    “You’re going to have to put your shirt back on. We have a strict nudity policy, and it’s becoming a disturbance.”
    I knew my face was something like “what the fuck” as I started to scan the room. Sets of eyes throughout the club were on me, watching as I gave two out of the three females a skin show. I wasn’t nude, but gay or not, I’d end up hurting tomorrow if I fought the guy over a shirt.
    “Not a problem. I’m sorry, man,” I said as I began to lift the shirt over my head. Then I caught a glimpse of Max laughing behind the bouncer and sighed. It hadn’t gone exactly as I had planned when I’d decided to bare my body to her.
    The one thing about me, though, was that I never gave up.
    “You’re such a buzzkill, Donovan. I swear. Finally,