“To what?” She interrupts, her tone suddenly mockingly sweet. “To let the image of some random woman’s tongue in your mouth settle?”

Yep. There it is. I’m in trouble.

I exhale sharply, shifting us away from the girls toward the foyer. “Kerry, she kissed me.”

“Oh, I saw that.” She nods, cool as ice. “But what really stood out was how long it took for you to push her off.”

I scrub my hand over my face. “You know that’s not true.”

She tilts her head, studying me. “Do I?”

“I don’t know that woman. She’s just my co-host, and apparently, we had a…brief encounter a few years ago. But I don’t remember it…at all!”

Kerry laughs. “Oh, that’s cute, Vic.” She leans in, her finger brushing against my chest, burning through my shirt. “So, what you’re telling me is, you’ve slept with so many women, they all just start blending together now?” She holds her hands up before I can say anything. “Don’t even bother answering that question because, for the record,” she whispers over her shoulder as she heads for the door, “I don’t care what you do with your mouth, or your hands, or your dick.”

Lies. All lies! So, I follow her straight through the front door and to the driveway, where she just continues to lie.

“And you know what, Vic?” She fusses as she storms toward her car, fumbling through her bag and searching for her keys. I watch, amused now, letting her unravel. “I don’t blame you for not remembering. I don’t remember the last man who touched me either. I don’t remember straddling him. I don’t even remember if I had an orgasm.”

She bites her lip. Like she’s thinking about it right now.

I raise a brow, trying so hard not to laugh.

“Oh really?”

I move fast, cornering her against the car, my hand braced above her head, my body heat sinking into hers.

Her breath hitches, and I lean in, brushing my lips against her ear. “Stay with me this weekend, Kerry.” My voice is low, thick, and deadly smooth. “Let me prove to you I don’t remember that girl and let me help you remember the last man who touched you. The way that touch made you melt. Made you wet. Made you tremble. Made you say his name… my name.”

She gasps, parting her lips and dragging her breath, but then, she does the unthinkable.

She flips the script on me. Kerry looks down then slowly, deliberately, moves her hand up my thigh. Higher and higher and higher until her brows furrow, and confusion flashes across her face as her fingers trail over the impossible length of me through my pants.

“What the—?” Her eyes widen as she tries to wrap her hand around me, but fails. “Is this thing real?”