“You can do better than that. Don’t forget, I know exactly how flexible you are.” I don’t get a chance to tell him that I’m also five years older and that I have had a baby since then. Because, the next thing I know, I’m flat on my back, my legs are spread akimbo, and Zeus’s mouth is on my pussy. And, apparently, I am still that flexible. “God,” I breathe. His eyes lift to mine, his mouth glistening with me. “That’s what they say, baby.”
