Page 21 of The Fix

The heat is a welcome relief, thawing my muscles and bones.

Feels pretty good on my cock, too.

Glancing over my shoulder, I catch Anna perched on the couch with her face buried in her laptop and her hand absently raising her mug between her face and the table.

“Do you ever st—”

“Jeffers!”

Gotcha.

“What?” I snicker as Anna throws her hands up to cover her eyes. “Not enjoying the view?”

“God,” she growls, lifting her entire laptop to block the sight of my bare ass on full display. A full blown laugh bursts past my lips when her pale face turns the same shade as her hair. “Where are your clothes?”

“Hm.” I shrug and rotate, the flames now licking at my exposed ass cheeks. “They were wet.” Sipping from my hot Bailey’s, I run a hand through my hair to brush it back out of my face. “Didn’t wanna catch cold. Or whatever that wives tale is.”

The disgruntled noise that escapes the woman buried behind not just her laptop, but an added pillow as she sinks further onto her back in the couch, makes me chuckle.

“Go put something on,” Anna snarls from behind her makeshift wall.

“Why?” My free hand goes to my hip as I sip from the mug. “Being naked is good for your health, I’ve heard.”

“And you decide now’s the time to test this theory?” she screeches, the top of her head barely visible over her protective wall, that same tight bun keeping her reddened forehead exposed.

“Now’s a good a time as any, ain’t it?”

“No!”

I snicker at her irritation and take a step closer to the center of the room when the flames lick at my ass a little too hot.

“Do. Not,” Anna warns, her words dripping with so much venom, I’m surprised I’m still standing.

“Fine,” I say, shrugging my nonchalance. “I’ll go put something on.”

I throw back the remaining sip of my drink and set the mug on the mantle below the TV. Taking my sweet-ass time, I stride across the living space to the kitchen and snag my duffel from behind the door.

With the strap secured at my shoulder, I start down the hallway off the kitchen but pause when I hear footsteps at my back. My lips quirk up when the sound quickens, Anna’s feet carrying her closer to a realization I don’t think she’s prepared for.

“Whoa, wait,” she calls, catching up to me and grabbing my elbow for the second time tonight. My cock bounces when I spin to face her, my laugh bubbling up at her hand hovering below her chin to block her view. “What are you doing?”

“Changing,” I muse, my smirk untamable as I gesture with my shoulder to the room at my back. The same one I know Anna claimed. “Like you said.”

“No.”

“You say that a lot.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Repeating the word won’t change anything.”

Her brows dip. “Change what, exactly?”

Mine shoot up in amusement. “You didn’t scope out the entire cabin?”

“No,” she snaps. “I’ve been working, all thanks to you.”

I nod and purse my lips, then gesture back to the room. “Well, I’m gonna …”

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