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Chaz held up a hushing finger to his lips. “Shhh! It’s the biggest secret in the gay community! ‘A little dab will do ya’ . . . a guy can get the biggest, longest lasting, best erection ever!”

Jeffrey chirped in. “With just a little dab, you can go for hours! That’s why it’s always sold out and hard to find. The gay community buys it up like it’s bitcoins! It’s even secretly traded on some L.G.B.T.Q. sites. Some will pay hundreds for a small tube.”

“Holy moly!” My eyes were wide with shock. I wondered if Ari knew about this added benefit and wasn’t telling Blake and me about it. And I wondered what kind of erotic effects it had on women as I reached into my backpack, grabbed a handful of samples, and set them down on the table.

“Here you go. Some freebies.” Chaz and Jeffrey made a beeline for them as if a bird might swoop down and snatch them.

“Bitchin’!”

“Just holding a tube in my hand makes me so horny.”

“Me too, honey!”

“You should have Blakey try some.”

Trust me, Blake didn’t need any help in the erection department. He was humongous . . . could get it up with just a breath . . . and he could sustain his arousal for hours, giving us multiple orgasms of epic proportions. With aftershocks that could last for days. We fucked like bunnies so he said.

How could anything in the world make Blake a better lover than he already was? Wetness pooled between my thighs and hot tingles shot to my core as I pondered the question and squirmed in my seat.

The check came, and Chaz, despite my hefty expense account, insisted on taking care of it.

“Remember, Jenny-Poo, a little dab will do ya.”

Blake and I had a case of Dermadoo.

I was going to do more than explore its effects on my complexion.

Maybe I could fit in a little tryst in Blake’s office after lunch.

Chapter 3

Blake

The three of us ordered club sandwiches, sides of fries, and Cokes. We ate heartily and talked guy shit. A mixture of sports, politics, and Wall Street gossip. Despite myself, I liked Ari Golden. Super smart and mega rich, he was also philanthropic. He had started a charity called Meds Without Borders, which provided much needed antibiotics and other pharmaceuticals to impoverished third world nations. He’d spent considerable time in Africa and was considering fostering a young Zimbabwe boy whose mother had lost her life to Ebola. He was extremely proud of his charitable work, and I made a mental note to make a sizeable contribution to his foundation. When coffee and dessert came, the conversation become more personal and turned to kids. Ari and Jaime instantly pulled out their cell phones and showed me pics of their beautiful children. Jaime with his now two-year-old twins, Payton and Paulette, and Ari with his seven-year-old son Ben and six-month-old daughter Rosie. Before having met Jen, I’d never entertained the idea of having kids. Now a pang of envy shot through me.

“So, what about you, Blake?” asked Ari, putting his phone away. “Are you and Jennifer thinking about starting a family?”

“Yeah, it’s in the works.” I took a long sip of my coffee, not wanting to get into the details of the challenges we faced. With my tiger unable to carry a child, we were looking for a surrogate. It wasn’t easy.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sung in my ears, cutting short my mental ramblings.

“Blakela!”

I looked up. Sprightly coming my way was my grandma. She was dressed in a powder blue jogging outfit and athletic shoes that she probably bought at Marshall’s and wearing oversized rhinestone-studded sunglasses that she probably found on Overstock. Being a big star hadn’t changed her one bit.

I stood up and she hugged me. Then, she focused on my guests.

“Jaimela, how are the kindela?”

“They’re doing great, Grandma!” No one called my grandma by her first name, Muriel. She was Grandma to all, including her adoring fans.

“Oy, such nachas! If only my Blakela would give me such joy!”

I suppressed the stab of sadness I’d felt a few minutes ago by introducing Grandma to Ari. Perfect timing.

“Grandma, I want you to meet—”

“Vey iz mir! You’re the famous actor! I saw you in that superhero movie. Vhat vas it called? Aquaman?”

Ari suppressed a laugh while I corrected Grandma. “Grandma, you’re thinking of Chris Hemsworth and he starred in Thor.”

Grandma dismissively flicked her wrist. “Thor shmor! They’re all the same.”

“Grandma, this is Ari Golden. He owns Golden International. His