shitty long term relationship with her cheating boyfriend, the girl whose sexual experience dwindles at two, the girl who ignored her work responsibilities the moment someone attractive was interested in her, and the girl who’s too plain when put up against Seth’s looks and out-going personality. Strangely, he sees me as his equal… like I’m just as intense and attractive as he is.
“You didn’t tell me what your favorite sex position is, by the way,” he says, moistening his bottom lip with his tongue.
“I like them all.”
“All of them? You don’t have a specific favorite?”
I shrug. “You don’t.”
“I do, but I sure as shit wasn’t going to share it Selena and Jackson.”
I fold my arms. “Okay, so what is it?”
He glances sideways at me and then back to the road. “You wanna know?”
“Yes.”
“You really wanna know?”
I slap my palms onto my legs, impatient with his torture. “Seth, come on!”
“With you, it’s missionary.”
A laugh forces its way up my throat and I cover my face with my hands. “Missionary?”
“Yeah, missionary.” He seems almost offended. “ What’s wrong with that?”
I tuck my hair behind one ear and pull my hands away from my face. “Nothing is wrong with it. I just assumed you’d have a favorite that’s a little more…dirty.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I like the others just as much, but with you missionary is my favorite . I like being close to you.”
My chest stops hiccupping with giggles as an almost shy expression crosses Seth’s features.
“I like being close to your lips…I like to feel your breath on my face or in my ear and I like it when your hands glide over my arms and shoulders.”
He glances at me again, biting back a smile. “ Anyway , that’s my reasoning. What’s your favorite?”
I purse my lips as I contemplate telling him or not. I don’t want to because my position isn’t the same as his and there’s no way I can come up with a reason as sweet as that. Truth is, the position I like the best is purely for animalistic reasons. I like having Seth underneath me and between my legs. I like taking control of him for a change.
“All of the above.”
He laughs once and slaps the steering wheel. “I knew you weren’t going to tell me, I’m such a sucker! I guess we’re going to have to do them all.”
“All of them?” I squeeze my thighs tighter at the thought.
He nods. “I’ll decide which one drives you crazy the most.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course you’d turn this into a challenge.”
“ Hell, yes, and it just might be my favorite challenge yet.”
***
The car rolls to a stop in front of my house and I linger in my seat a little longer before I unclip my belt. I hate leaving Seth and I hate sleeping without him.
“Don’t worry about your car. I’ll pick it up for you tomorrow morning and bring it back before you start work.”
I smile, remembering that my work is managing my father’s old gym with my current professional fighter boyfriend. My life was so different a few months ago…who would’ve thought I’d be here now.
“You don’t have to. I can catch a bus to the gym or walk.”
“Fuck that. Your car will be here waiting for you when you’re ready to leave.”
I nod, not wanting to upset Mr. Bossyboots. I lean across the center console and kiss him on his lips. “Thank you.”
He kisses me back. “I’ll see you in the morning. Tell your brother I said hi.”
“I will.” I grab my backpack off the floor between my feet and exit the car. Before I close the door, I turn to Seth and say, “It’s sitting on you, by the way.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Hm?”
I casually sling my backpack over my shoulder. “My favorite position…it’s sitting on you.”
His lips part as I close the door and step onto the sidewalk. Without looking back, I open the gate, walk up the path , and enter the house. My body buzzes at the thought of sexually frustrating him, and if
“You didn’t tell me what your favorite sex position is, by the way,” he says, moistening his bottom lip with his tongue.
“I like them all.”
“All of them? You don’t have a specific favorite?”
I shrug. “You don’t.”
“I do, but I sure as shit wasn’t going to share it Selena and Jackson.”
I fold my arms. “Okay, so what is it?”
He glances sideways at me and then back to the road. “You wanna know?”
“Yes.”
“You really wanna know?”
I slap my palms onto my legs, impatient with his torture. “Seth, come on!”
“With you, it’s missionary.”
A laugh forces its way up my throat and I cover my face with my hands. “Missionary?”
“Yeah, missionary.” He seems almost offended. “ What’s wrong with that?”
I tuck my hair behind one ear and pull my hands away from my face. “Nothing is wrong with it. I just assumed you’d have a favorite that’s a little more…dirty.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I like the others just as much, but with you missionary is my favorite . I like being close to you.”
My chest stops hiccupping with giggles as an almost shy expression crosses Seth’s features.
“I like being close to your lips…I like to feel your breath on my face or in my ear and I like it when your hands glide over my arms and shoulders.”
He glances at me again, biting back a smile. “ Anyway , that’s my reasoning. What’s your favorite?”
I purse my lips as I contemplate telling him or not. I don’t want to because my position isn’t the same as his and there’s no way I can come up with a reason as sweet as that. Truth is, the position I like the best is purely for animalistic reasons. I like having Seth underneath me and between my legs. I like taking control of him for a change.
“All of the above.”
He laughs once and slaps the steering wheel. “I knew you weren’t going to tell me, I’m such a sucker! I guess we’re going to have to do them all.”
“All of them?” I squeeze my thighs tighter at the thought.
He nods. “I’ll decide which one drives you crazy the most.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course you’d turn this into a challenge.”
“ Hell, yes, and it just might be my favorite challenge yet.”
***
The car rolls to a stop in front of my house and I linger in my seat a little longer before I unclip my belt. I hate leaving Seth and I hate sleeping without him.
“Don’t worry about your car. I’ll pick it up for you tomorrow morning and bring it back before you start work.”
I smile, remembering that my work is managing my father’s old gym with my current professional fighter boyfriend. My life was so different a few months ago…who would’ve thought I’d be here now.
“You don’t have to. I can catch a bus to the gym or walk.”
“Fuck that. Your car will be here waiting for you when you’re ready to leave.”
I nod, not wanting to upset Mr. Bossyboots. I lean across the center console and kiss him on his lips. “Thank you.”
He kisses me back. “I’ll see you in the morning. Tell your brother I said hi.”
“I will.” I grab my backpack off the floor between my feet and exit the car. Before I close the door, I turn to Seth and say, “It’s sitting on you, by the way.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Hm?”
I casually sling my backpack over my shoulder. “My favorite position…it’s sitting on you.”
His lips part as I close the door and step onto the sidewalk. Without looking back, I open the gate, walk up the path , and enter the house. My body buzzes at the thought of sexually frustrating him, and if
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