Page 13 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

I close my eyes and lean my head back against the wooden wall of the sauna, letting my mind wander. Maybe the problem with the painting is the light: I’ve got it on a dark background, making the light in the painting seem more directional than the light on the actual stone in real life.

Maybe if I made the background a little lighter, or at least made it seem less like all the light was shining in from the left side of the canvas…

The sauna door opens, mid-thought. I sit up and gasp and yelp all at once, only to see a very surprised Cash standing in the doorway, his hair wet and mussed, a towel wrapped around his hips.

We stare at each other for a long moment, my heart pounding. It’s a near-perfect repeat of what happened with Dalton the first day I was here: he’s wet, half-naked, and ripped as hell, and I’m…

…no, this is worse than the first day I was here because I’m currentlymorethan half-naked. I sit bolt upright, clamping my legs together and grabbing the edges of the towel, willing them closer together.

I think he saw sideboob. He must have seen sideboob. Is there any possible way he didn’t just get an eyeful of sideboob?!

“Hey, Cash,” I say, trying to sound as nonchalant as I possibly can while clutching a tiny towel over myself. “What’s up? Nice sauna. Super hot.”

I’m not even making eye contact. I think I’m just staring at that cut V right over his hips, the one that’s pointingstraightto his dick.

“The sauna, I mean. The sauna is super hot. It’s a sauna! Hi, how are you?”

I close my mouth so at least my verbal diarrhea stops, but Cash is grinning his easy grin at me, looking completely unperturbed that we’re both nearly naked and now sharing a small space.

Not that I’mperturbed. I’m suresomething, though.

“Mind if I come in? I just finished a swim and wanted to heat up a little,” he asks, his blue eyes dancing in his perfectly handsome face.

“Of course,” I say automatically. “Yep. Sure.”

Stop talking.

I stop talking and Cash comes in, sitting on the bench facing me. He leans back, both arms out to the sides along the wooden bench back, and closes his eyes.

It’s a beautiful sight. I’m still sitting bolt upright, trying to make myself as small as I can so this towel fits me better, but I can appreciate what I’m looking at. Cash is perfectly muscular, his abs rippling beneath his strong chest, the muscles in both arms taut. Even hisneckis sexy in a weird way, his shoulder muscles bunching in this position.

I wonder what he’d do if I just climbed onto his lap right now, I think.

What if I just straddled him and kissed him, right here in this sauna? His body between my thighs, my towel falling off as our lips meet and he claims my mouth, the friction of our overheated bodies rubbing together…

“You go for a run?” he asks, suddenly lifting his head and looking at me.

“It helps me think,” I say, managing to sound normal. “Clears my brain out, you know?”

He nods.

“I know exactly what you mean,” he says. “I went for a swim for the exact same reason.”

He laughs. It’s a lovely, easy sound, and it makes me relax a little.

“Plus I needed the cold water,” he says, his eyes slipping.

He’s looking at the crack in my towel.

He’sdefinitelylooking at the crack in my towel, where a sliver of my left side is exposed, and I feel my whole face heat up. The rest of me heats up, too, even though I’m already in a sauna and drenched in sweat.

“You want me to tie that for you?”

His own towel slips a little, revealing a wedge of powerful thigh as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, all the muscles in his perfect body shifting as he moves.

“Tie what?”

“Your towel. I hate these tiny ones that hotels always have, they’re basically useless,” he says, nodding toward my towel. “I’d offer to switch, but you probably don’t want my sweat all over you.”

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