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She laughs softly, her breath floating over my skin. “Are there other ways you want to try?”
“Uh, only about a thousand.”
More laughter. “Juliet said someone gave her this hundred-and-one-sex-positions guidebook or something…”
Now, I shake with laughter. “I think I heard that story once. Pretty sure we can look all those positions up online if you want.”
Her nose wrinkles. “I’m afraid we’ll find something gross, not sexy.” She taps her fingers over my chest. “Tell me, is there anything you want to try?”
An immediate picture forms in my mind. “You know that dresser we had in the hotel room? With the long mirror running behind it?” I bite my lip and rub my hand over my chin. “When you bent over to take off your shoes that night, I so badly wanted to bend you over the dresser so I could fuck you from behind while I watched your face in the mirror.”
“Oh, wow,” she breathes out, staring at me with wide eyes. “That’s hot.” She sits up and glances around my room. “Why don’t you have a low dresser like that here?”
I sit up, my head doing a quick spin. “Uh, if I’d known, believe me, I would’ve bought one and carried it up the stairs myself.”
“Let’s try the bathroom.” She stands and holds out her hand, wiggling impatient fingers at me.
“What?” My brain struggles to catch up, but I curl my hand around hers.
“The mirror over your sink,” she explains like a dirty little scientist, eager to conduct her newest naughty experiment.
Gorgeous and an excellent problem-solver—I’ve won the girlfriend lottery. “You’re a genius.”
Molly
In the bathroom, I press my hands flat against the sink and thrust my butt out, wiggling my hips from side to side. “Is this what you had in mind?” I tease.
Griff’s big hands clamp around my waist, yanking me toward him. He uses one foot to tap the insides of my ankles. “Spread your legs for me.” He presses his palm against the middle of my back. “Arch.”
As sweet and patient as Griff’s been with me, now he seems determined to teach me two lessons.
One—he’s in charge.
Two—he wants to discover every single possible way to make my body sing.
I grip the sides of the counter around the sink and lift up on my toes, offering myself to him.
“Fuck, Molly. I thought I’d need a few minutes to recover.” His cock prods my entrance. “But I’m harder than a fucking baseball bat.”
“Oh!” I squeak as he eases inside me. “Yes, you are.”
He stops. “You okay?”
Our eyes meet in the mirror. Concern and restraint furrow his brows. “Go slow,” I whisper.
He lets out a growly noise. “You got it.”
His hands slide from my hips to my waist as he leisurely pushes forward. Fascinated, I watch his reflection. He pins his gaze where we’re joined, his mouth forming into a fascinated “O.” He glances in the mirror and catches me watching him. His lips tilt.
“I wish the mirror was bigger.” He bends, trying for a different angle. Our height difference seems to be making things difficult. “And you were wearing those cute boots from your birthday.”
“Oooh, remind me to grab them when we stop by the house later.”
“Yeah,” he groans, sliding all the way in, so I’m forced up on my toes. “A little extra height would be nice.”
I laugh and grip the counter harder. “Do that again.”
“This?” He moves faster.
