““how do I know what number to pick until I know what I’m picking?” “Exactly.” Griffin narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re evil.” “Still waiting on that number, Griff.” “Fine. I don’t know. Seven?” “Seven. Good.” “What’s good? Why is seven good?” Griffin sounded slightly panicked. “Because seven is the number of orgasms you’re going to give me today. And when I’ve had seven you can fuck me. And you can’t fuck me until I’ve had seven.” “Seven orgasms? You want me to get you off seven times? One-for-each-day-of-the-week seven?” “Is that a problem?” She cocked her head at him. “Yes, that’s a problem. A big problem,” Griffin said. “Is it? And why so?” she asked. Griffin grinned up at her, a grin she felt right in her belly. “Because I should have picked ten.” Elle laughed and kissed him again. “Ten might kill me,” she said. “But what a way to go.””
