Page 115 of GAF Factor

“Right? Like a Harlequin romance or something. But like…without the Highlanders.”

“I always preferred the stories with the prince and the maid.”

The woman tossed her head back, her long brown hair flying over her head in a slow arc that had me mesmerized. It was so sensual and erotic, but had nothing on the way the man’s large hands cupped her small breasts as he took her from behind.

“It’s so ordinary tonight,” I whispered.

“But so good.”

“Do you think they’ll—oh,” I said in surprise when the man suddenly picked the woman up and lifted her in the air. She started bouncing on his cock as her legs wrapped around his waist.

“He’s not even using the wall for support,” Jane hissed.

“I know. That’s some amazing upper body strength.”

“And look at those leg muscles. Talk about amazing balance.”

“It’s like a circus act,” I agreed.

“Do you think they just…try new things every time just to see if they can do it?”

I shrugged, not knowing the answer. “I guess it keeps things interesting.”

“I wonder if they do regular stuff like tying each other up.”

I slowly turned and faced her. “That’s regular stuff?”

“Well, yeah.”

“I don’t tie IKE up.”

She snorted. “Maybe you should.”

“Since when is that regular stuff? Missionary is regular stuff. Doggy style is regular stuff. Any of the other ten or so normal positions is regular stuff. Tying up is not regular stuff.”

“If you say so. I guess your sex life is boring,” she muttered under her breath.

I huffed out in anger. “My sex life is not boring. It’s the opposite of boring. It’s heated and sexy and filled with passion.”

“And ordinary,” she chimed in.

My mouth dropped open in absolute horror. Was I ordinary? Did I need to do weird things like performing circus acts in the bedroom to not be ordinary? And why did it even matter if Jane thought I was ordinary? I wasn’t sure, but it did.

“I’ll have you know that I am not ordinary at all. I do things with IKE that would make you blush.”

“Yeah,” she snorted.

“Like you could do any of these things with IRIS?” I said, pointing to the window. “I’d like to see you in some of the positions they were trying out yesterday.”

“I’m not sure I’m that flexible, but I would be willing to try them out at least.”

“You know what? I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll pick one thing they do and you have to try it with IRIS.”

“Fine, but then I get to do the same. You know, with IKE. I mean, I pick it and you do it with IKE.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

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