"Don't think about my injury," he murmured against her lips, his voice a low, intimate rasp. He nipped at her bottom lip gently before pulling back just enough to gaze into her beautiful brown eyes. "There are over sixty nine positions we can try."
Her eyes widened, a mixture of shock and reluctant fascination flickering in their warm brown depths. "Is there really that many?"
"Hmm," he hummed, the sound vibrating against her lips before he pulled back just enough to see her face. His smirk was pure, unadulterated mischief. "I've taken the liberty of sorting them. Categorized by feasibility, exertion level, and mutual satisfaction." His hand caressed her thighs in a teasing touch. "We can start with the theoretically sound ones."
A laugh burst from her, incredulous and breathless. "Oh my God. Don't tell me you actually sat there and researched this. Made charts. Took notes."
