That had proven most satisfactory. In a postorgasmic daze, she lay slumped against Nash’s broad chest, her head nestled on his shoulder. He slid his hand over the curve of her rump and squeezed. “You have a terrific ass.” “Same to you.” She sighed happily. “Yours is very pinch-worthy, in fact.” “Is that so?” He pinched her hard enough to make her squeak in protest. “Fancy that,” he said. “Yours is, too.” “No fair. I can’t reach you.” She tried to slide her hand under him but he seemed welded to the mattress. Laughing, he grabbed her wrist. “Give it up, Ms. Grace. You shouldn’t have planted the idea in my head when your sweet fanny was sticking up in the air so temptingly.” With her free hand, she pushed on his chest until she was straddling him and sitting on the fanny in question, although they remained intimately linked.
