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“You’d tell me if there’s a different way you want me to—” She bites her lip and frowns.
“Everything about you is perfect for me.”
“But if?—”
“Molly. I don’t want anything different than who you are.” I tickle my fingers over her ribs. “I love all those sexy fucking sounds you make right before you come.”
Her cheeks redden but she grins at me.
I flex my arm, squeezing her to my side. “Anything different you want me to do?”
To my surprise, she tilts her head and actually seems to consider the question. Well, fuck. Wasn’t expecting that.
I wait, curious what she’s going to say. The corners of my mouth twitch into a smirk. Whatever improvement she suggests, I can’t wait to start working on it right away. Like, immediately.
“You know when I’m on top of you?”
My cock twitches. Fuck yeah, having her ride me is one of my new favorite pastimes. “You mean, like you just did?”
She blushes an ever-brighter shade of pink. “Well, I like when you put your hands right here.” She curls her fingers around my wrist and drags it to her hip and then lower to the crease of her thigh.
My thumb twitches over her soft skin and I grip her tighter. “Like this?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Okay. I can do that.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Why don’t you get on up there and let me give it a try?”
“You’re not mad?”
I open my eyes comically wide. “Am I mad that you want me to put my hands on you?”
She sits up and shifts to her knees, her legs resting near my hip. “No, that I questioned your prowess.”
I snort. “Question anything you want, Muffin.” I clamp my hand over her hip. “I aim to please. Now, get your cute little ass up there and let’s see if I can get this right.”
She giggles and ducks her head. “You do everything right. I just asked for more of something in particular.”
She glances at my spent cock, who is definitely perking up at this new development. “Well, we did say we have a science experiment to conduct.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Griff
This is a battle.
I’m a warrior.
I have the strength.
I have the skills.
The power to win.
I repeat those five things to myself over and over while blasting Rage Against the Machine through my headphones backstage.
Molly’s sitting next to me on the bench, her leg touching mine. Just her presence centers me.
After a few songs, I take my headphones off and open my eyes.
