"While you're up," she said, voice dropping to something that was technically a whisper but carried the acoustic range of a foghorn, "you could also —"
"Sex?" Phei asked, scratching the back of his head.
"No," all five of them said simultaneously.
The synchronicity was instantaneous. Unplanned. Five different women in a one unified wall of absolute refusal delivered with the rehearsed precision of a response they'd been holding in reserve since the moment they saw his cock was hard beneath the sheets.
Phei blinked.
"...was that coordinated?"
"Go cook, honey, no orgy." Patricia said, eyes closed, already burrowing deeper into the sheets.
He shrugged. "It was worth a try."
A man can dream.
He tucked them in. One by one.
Patricia first — pulling the silk sheet up to her shoulders, smoothing it, feeling her settle beneath the warmth like a woman being lowered into a bath.
