Gabrielle smiles knowingly at the murmured words spoken to blushing partners. “Part of my goal is to help you gain the comfort level you need to casually discuss these things with your partner. Once you can do that, it will go a long way toward increasing your sexual satisfaction.
“We won’t be sharing our answers with the group, but we will discuss with our partners—in this safe environment—what we enjoy, what we don’t enjoy, and what we would like to try when it comes to sex.”
Oh, boy. Hopefully, she won’t be hovering around Jayden and me like she’s been doing for a number of the exercises. Surely, one of the other couples will be just as fascinating to hang around—maybe even more so than us.
I bet Virginia and Blake’s conversations will get Gabrielle hot in record time.
“First, you’re going to discuss your favorite sexual positions,” she says. “But what I want you to do is face each other on the mat and hold each other’s hands. And when the other person talks, listen. There’ll be no judging. It’s all about communicating.”
I swivel on my butt to face Jayden and take his hand. It feels large and calloused in mine, his fingers long and masculine. It also feels oddly natural to be holding his hand this way.
“So, what’s your favorite position?” I ask in an I’m-just-shooting-the-breeze tone. This is the kind of question you might discuss with your friends—your same-gender friends. This isn’t the type of question you ask a colleague.
For once, Gabrielle doesn’t wait to hear our answers. She walks over to join the BDSM crew.
Which means I’m not expecting Jayden to actually reply.
So I’m surprised when he does.
“I don’t have a single favorite position,” he says. “I like variety like the next person.”
Except the next person—the one sitting next to him—isn’t familiar with variety when it comes to positions.
I’m only experienced with one position.
On my back.
As vanilla as you can get.
“But if you had to pick one, what would it be?” For some reason, I want to know this about Jayden. Don’t ask me why.
I take a quick scan of the couples on the floor, trying to determine if any of them are skipping the question because they aren’t here for the same reason as everyone else.
Everyone, I mean, other than Jayden and me.
So far, no one sticks out as a potential suspect.
“Well, right now, given my situation,” he says, unabashed at the line of questioning, “I would have to say you riding me would be the way to go.”
His words jolt me from my task and remind me that he’s actually answering the question. That he’s doing a better job than me of not looking like we’re undercover.
That’s not the only reaction his words get. Heat and wetness race to my core. I cross my legs stretched out in front of me, hoping he doesn’t notice the impact his answer has on me.
“Me?” The response barely comes out, trapped in a suddenly dry mouth. I cough to clear my throat, even though that’s not the problem.
“Yes, you. You are my wife, right?” One side of his mouth tilts up in that sexy grin no mere mortal woman is immune to—most certainly not me.
“That’s true.”
“What about you? What are your favorite positions?”
“Positions?”
“Right. I’m asking in the plural. You do realize there’s more than one position for having sex, right? I know we established yesterday that you’ve never had sex while standing against a wall or while bent over a desk, but there are still other ways to do it.”
“My sexual repertoire isn’t as extensive as yours, Jayden.” But now that we’re talking about it, I suddenly wish it were.
Then I’d have something to compare and discuss.
