Chapter 100

“Hmm.”

Ten more times…twenty…one win for him, and I hadn’t given it purposely.

“I feel better,” he told me.

“Good.”

“I’m glad we talked it all out.”

“Good.”

“So…front or back?” The question was to himself, apparently, though asked against my lips. He spun me around before I could answer, and forced me forward at the waist, bending me over the clean morning dishes with a hand in the small of my back. I was breathing hard. I felt his exhales too, just as forceful on my ass, once he’d gone down to a squat, trailing his way with fingertips against my flesh. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw him lick the lips I’d just tasted. “I need to get a picture. Seems to me you’ll be winning the ‘Who Got Hairiest’ contest. Couldn’t even let anyone else take that prize, could you?”