Jane took over and said, “Lawyers for our city and county have some fetish that gets them off on your providing semen samples to ensure you can repr...duce. We couldn’t exactly give them a list of girls you impregnated, even if those girls who know you are the only boy, who they had sex with, and you are the father of their child. Paternity tests of their children confirm you to be the father, and they still refuse to accept the fact that you are no longer having any problems with producing. Ever since she'd been in the Canyon, Scooter had joked that she "Couldn't tell a Kaibab limestone from a Tapeats sandstone if either one of them bit me on the ass." As people were still showing up, she made the happy mistake of making that wisecrack to a rather rough-looking but healthy guy, who proved to be the geologist of the trip. He told her that he'd try to fix that.He made a good try. The geology of the Canyon is interesting and very complicated. It's moderately logical for about a third. She crawled up his body to straddle his waist, covering his sex with hers. Placing her hands on his chest, she slowly rocked back and forth. His hardness pressed against her, creating the most wonderful friction, rapidly turning her heat into a roaring flame. Christian's hands roamed from her hips, up her sides, and over her breasts. She closed her eyes, committing everything to memory. She focused on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her hand, his manly scent, and his hands squeezing. She liked her movies to have a bit of an edge, some grit. He was relieved that he wouldn’t have to endure a romantic comedy. ‘So, what are we watching?’ Ryan asked, staring at Gemma on her knees in front of the DVD player. ‘Love Actually.’ Gemma deadpanned. ‘It’s June.’ ‘So?’ Ryan’s face dropped. It was only when he saw Clint Eastwood’s snarl on the screen that he commented. ‘Gran Torino. Very nice choice.’ Gemma nodded in agreement as he patted the seat next to him on the dark brown sofa..