“Her gaze dropped to the zipper of his shorts, still sporting a significant bulge. “Think you can deal with that thing all by yourself?”“I think I can manage after twenty six years.”She lifted her chin in the direction of the Ziggurat tiling. “Cold shower?”“That’s one option. Although I do have an awesome new fantasy for my spank bank. It’d be a shame to waste it.”The thought of Ryder jacking off while he thought of her was wildly exciting. She’d love to be a fly on the wall for that. Or...“True. On the other hand you could not do anything about it. And I...a real live woman could help you out with it tomorrow night after poker. Think how much more intense it will be after you’ve denied yourself for a while.” The bob of his throat was visible from across the room. “Denial sucks.”“True. But I could make it worth your while.” He sighed. “If it doesn’t kill me first.”