Page 39 of Own the Eights
Her gaze shifted to the books, and she gasped. “I better get that,” she exclaimed and reached over him.
Jesus! What book could have her jumping into his lap to scoop it up? And then he looked.
The Kama Sutra by Vatsyayana: Annotated: English Translation.
“That’s the book with all the different sexual positions, isn’t it?” he asked, craning his head to get a better look.
She squirmed in his lap, knocking it open to…
Hello, reverse cowgirl.
Her cheeks had gone full crimson. “It’s nothing. It’s for research.”
He plucked the book from her hands and held it just out of her reach. “So, this is what Own the Eights is really about.” He flipped a page and glanced at a rather lovely illustration of a couple in the sixty-nine position.
She straddled him, pushing up onto her knees and reached for the book. “It is a lot more than just sex positions. TheKama Sutrais a guide to maintaining a healthy love life and finding emotional fulfillment,” she huffed, clambering to get the paperback.
He flipped a page and glanced up. “And that would all happen in the doggie-style position, according to this.”
“You’re so obtuse, Jordan,” she snapped, grasping his thigh for balance, then stilled and stared into his eyes.
Fuck!
For a third time today, Georgie Jensen had given him an erection. An erection her hand had just grazed.
“Sexual activity is a good stress reliever,” she said, the bite in her tone replaced with a sexy as sin little rasp.
His free hand had somehow made it to her hip, and he pulled her in a fraction closer. “I’ve read a few studies on that.”
Her pupils dilated. “And while theKama Sutradoes include an erotic element, the overarching theme is how to live a fulfilling life with a supportive, loving partner.”
“There’s data that supports that claim, too. You know, science and shit,” he added, on the verge of losing himself in her damned enticing eyes.
“Yeah, all the science and shit,” she replied in a tight whisper as her shallow breaths tickled his chin.
He swallowed hard. “Competitions are stressful.”
“Very stressful,” she agreed.
“And finding a release for that stress would make us better competitors,” he continued, not at all thinking about the peer-reviewed studies that supported his point.
She nodded. “I think there’s science about that, too.”
“Yeah, all the science,” he said, recycling the words because the blood supply to his brain had diverted south.
She glanced up at the open book still raised above his head. “Oh my!”
He followed her gaze to an illustration of a woman straddling a man.
“Looks like we’ve got that one down,” he said and instantly wanted to punch himself in the mouth.
She glanced up at the illustration. “I think there’s more to it.”
He nodded, lowering the book. “Right, they’re naked from the waist down.”
“Yeah,” she breathed as their gazes locked, and then, the penny dropped.
Georgie tore off her cardigan and pulled off her blouse as he unbuttoned the first few buttons on his dress shirt then whipped the garment over his head.
