Chapter 93

It was rare for Goldman to fuck Patty from behind. He liked it, but he loved looking at her when they screwed. As soon as she asked him to do it, he got an idea for a compromise. He carried her to the area in the locker room with the stalls, sinks, and urinals.

“What . . . what are you doing?” she asked. Her breath grazed his temple.

“I’ll give you what you want, but were doing it my way,” Goldman answered. “Place your feet on the floor, Patty Cake, I got you.”

Goldman held her waist tightly as she slowly placed her feet on the floor. “Now, turn around,” he groaned.

She did. Goldman smirked at the surprise on her face. They were standing in front of a full length mirror. The stalls were to the left of the room. The sinks were to the right of the room.

“So,” she breathed. “What do you have in mind?”

He took her wrists and placed her hands on both sides of the mirror. He placed one hand on her full hip.