I’ve never f&$ked a woman who didn’t lie.

Not to me. When I’m grinding eight inches deep up against your G-spot, you can bet you won’t have the mind to remember your own name. No, I’m talking about the next guy. And everyone who’s unlucky enough to come after me.

“That’s right, baby. You’re the best.”

“Nobody’s ever gone so deep.”

And this one, the classic. The biggest whopper to ever cross a woman’s lips:

“Size doesn’t matter. It’s what you do with it that counts.”

Right, love. Say that again with a straight face once I’ve stretched you so wide, you’re begging me to stop and screaming for more, all in the same breath.

Go on, I dare you.

We’ve all got our secrets, but it just happens to be my job to figure yours out. I’m the best in the business, and I never back down.

But this case is different. This girl is different.

I don’t just want her secrets. I want everything.