I righted my head, slid the fingers of both my hands into his hair, his head came up and he kept driving fast and hard as I whispered back, “How many ways you wanna give it?”

He didn’t answer verbally.

No, he pulled out, rolled off, then I found myself on my belly then I found myself up on my knees then I had his hands at my h*ps yanking me back as he took me on my knees. My back arched, pressing my chest into the bed, his hands slid up to my ribs, the pads of his fingers digging deep as he kept pulling me back and thrusting into me.

“Yes,” I whispered into the comforter.

“You like that?” Mitch growled.

He knew the answer to that. We’d done this before, I’d like it before.

It had never been this hard, this fierce, this hot.

Still.

“Yes,” I repeated.

Then he was gone but not for long. I was flipped over, yanked up with one of his arms wrapped around my waist, both my legs wrapped around his hips. He shifted us and my back slammed against the headboard and wall and his c**k slammed up inside me.

“Oh God,” I breathed.

Mitch’s arm slanted, one of his hands curling around the cheek of my ass, tilting my h*ps to take more of him. His other hand captured mine and held it to the wall by my head, his eyes locked on mine, his searing into me, hotter than I’d ever seen them.

This was beautiful. This was fantastic. This was hot.

“Baby,” I whispered.

“Fingers between your legs, sweetheart, I wanna feel you make yourself come while I f**k you.”

“Okay,” I agreed instantly then moved to do as I was told.

Oh God.

Yes.

That was more beautiful. Beyond fantastic. Sizzling.

Our lips touching, our breath mingling, our eyes locked, Mitch’s hand tightened in mine when I whimpered and he knew what that meant.

“Give that to me,” he growled.

“Yes, honey,” I whispered.

“Now, baby, give it to me.”

My lips parted, my eyes closed, my hand clenched his as my legs clasped his hips, I felt Mitch’s tongue slide between my lips as his c**k kept driving inside me and the orgasm scored through me.

Three minutes later, my arms tight around him, one of my hands in his hair, my legs clutching his bucking hips, his face in my neck, he rammed deep, stayed planted, groaned into my neck and gave it back.

I bent my neck and kissed his skin right where his soft, dark hair curled around his ear.

Then I whispered there, “I love your hair.”

I felt his smile against my skin then I felt and heard his strange response of, “Sucks.”

“Pardon?”

His head came up and his hand still at my ass gave me a squeeze just as his arm that was now around my back gave me one too.

“Sucks,” he repeated, looking down at me, his face sated, his eyes still hot but in a languid, satisfied way (that made them hotter, by the way) both making him even more handsome than he was normally.

Which was to say, right then, my man was downright beautiful.

“What sucks?” I whispered, feeling languid and satisfied too, not because I just had fantastic, multi-position sex with my gorgeous boyfriend. Also because he had it with me, he liked having it with me and he didn’t mind me knowing it.

“Want you to have fifteen of those dresses so I can f**k you in all fifteen. But that would mean more overtime which would mean I wouldn’t have the time to f**k you in them. And that sucks.”

I felt my lips tip up and said softly, “One is good enough for me.”

I watched his lips tip up too and he replied softly, “Yeah, one is definitely good enough.”

My man thought I was hot. My man thought I was sexy. My man took one look at me in my LBD and couldn’t keep his hands off me.

My soul sighed again.

His eyes moved over my face and hair before they came back to mine and he murmured, “Your hair looked great before, baby, but now it looks f**king fantastic.”

“Sex hair,” I muttered wondering if the girls would notice I had sex hair and thinking Roberta and LaTanya wouldn’t miss it. It was highly likely Elvira wouldn’t either.

Mitch chuckled, pulled out but dropped to his back, taking me with him. Then he righted his jeans even as I straddled him.

I lifted my head, looked down at him and whispered, “I need to go clean up.”

His hands finished with his jeans, both went to cup the cheeks of my ass as he whispered back, “I know.”

He didn’t move. Or, more to the point, his hands didn’t leave my ass.

“Are you going to let me go so I can do that?” I asked.

“I am but I don’t wanna,” he answered and I stared down at him in my bed, my body relaxed but still tingling from the orgasm he gave me, my sex still throbbing from his c**k driving inside me and it hit me again this was my life. This man was mine.

And I remembered when he fixed my washer. I watched him walk through my house to get to the bathroom and how I wanted that to be commonplace.

Now it was.

He slept in my bed. He showered in my shower. We were a team taking care of our kids. And he’d just f**ked me hard, I was off to do my thing, he was off to do his thing and he didn’t want to let me go.

“What?” I heard Mitch ask gently and I realized my eyes were on him but I wasn’t seeing him even though my thoughts were also on him. His hands slid from my bottom to become arms wrapped around me and before I could answer, he asked, “Baby, what’re you thinkin’?”

“You know how you said you were into me since you saw me four years ago?” I asked back.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Well, I was into you too,” I told him and he grinned.

“I know.”

I shook my head. “No, what I mean is, I was so into you, I convinced myself I was in love with you. So, when you first came in here to change my washer and I was such a dork, it was a form of torture because I was such a dork. And at the same time I wanted nothing more than to see you move through my house like you moved through my house every day and now…well…you do. Uh…” I hesitated, “move through my house every day that is.”

“You weren’t a dork,” Mitch said softly.

“I totally was,” I replied just as softly and he grinned again.

“Okay, you were but you were a cute one.”

I rolled my eyes.