He tugged them over her hips, smoothing them out, and stood again, turning to the mirror.

“Huh,” he breathed, twisting to see every angle. “How you gonna make me?”

Linda’s jaw dropped, his features twisting into an expression he’d seen a thousand times–pure, unfiltered exasperation. “The reverse thing?”

She nodded, swallowing hard. He ran his hands–her hands–up her arms, feeling the tension in his own muscles under her control,Pussy and grinned.