Page 70 of Your Soul to Keep

More than one position in one session

Public sex

His eyebrows flew clear off his face as he raised his shocked gaze to mine. A slow smile spread across his face. “Public sex, Shae-baby? You want people to watch us?”

“What? No!” I gasped, flushing deeply.

He laughed. “You want the thrill, the risk of getting caught without actually getting caught?”

I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed out a small laugh, my cheeks burning. “Yeah.”

“Can I add something to our list?” he teased.

“Sure!” I handed him my phone and he tapped in his addition before handing it back to me.

I glanced down, excited to see what he added. My jaw hit the floor. “Gabe!”

He laughed. “It’ll be a first for me, too.”

My eyebrows rose. “Really?”

His mouth quirked to the side. “Don’t look so surprised.”

I pressed my lips together tightly. “Do you know how to do it? Like, without it hurting?”

He laughed. “Of course, I do. Every man has looked this up at some time or another. Any guy who says different is lying.”

I searched his eyes. “Everybody does this?”

“Well,” he smirked. “It’s not like I’m going to approach Max and ask.”

My eyes widened at the thought of Gabe discussingthatwith anybody. “No! Don’t do that!”

Chuckling, he rose to his feet. Taking my hand, he pressed my palm to his growing erection. “I’m going to have a cold shower and then we’re leaving. No more talk of sex until you’re willing to follow through.”

I gave him a squeeze. “Deal.”

He growled playfully and swatted my hand away.

A scant forty-five minutes later, I stood beside him on his parents’ front porch, shifting from one foot to the next.

He held my hand firmly in his. “Nervous?”

I shrugged. “A bit.”

“It’ll be fine,” he assured me as he pushed open the front door.

Gabe’s childhood home was almost exactly as I remembered it, minimalist before it was cool other than the scattered piles of different projects in various stages of development tucked in the nooks and crannies of the room.

“It hasn’t changed.” I laughed and looked around in wonder. “At all.”

“What are you talking about?” Gabe pointed at the couch. “They got a new couch.”

“It looks the same as the old one.”

He laughed. “That was the goal when they went shopping. Dad complains this one is not nearly as comfortable.”

“Is it true?”

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