Page 36 of The Fix

“What?”

His sight is trained on the blanket in my hands, his lids sliding closed in slow blinks.

“Um.” His blinking quickens, his throat moving with a swallow. “I’mma need a few minutes.” I cock my head to the side. “And maybe for you to put that button-up shit back on.” He grips the open hem of his shorts and tugs. “Fuck.”

I roll my eyes. “We really don’t have time for your antics, Jeffers.” Tossing the blanket to the loveseat, I spin away to search for something to help me combat the cold once we’re outside. Dismissing my winter coat, I rotate back to Toby with hopes of borrowing a hoodie or three to complete my incognito look, only to gasp as his warmth caresses over my exposed skin before his actual touch feathers down my jaw.

“Tob—”

“Hush, Mama,” he murmurs. “Let me look at you.”

Just as promised, his lip pinches between his teeth as he leans back, his molten brown eyes trailing down my torso in a caress almost as intimate as the one still teasing my jawline. It’s like I can feel his sight touch my bare shoulders, feather over the slight cleavage, then trail down the ribbed waist of the tank to the tight denim on my thighs.

“Fuck, those jeans are doing you just right.” His trailing groan of approval makes me suck in a breath and I bat his hand away with widening eyes.

I’m no prude as Toby continues to accuse me of. I’ve had sex.

My southern parts have been touched before.

A pastime I have enjoyed.

But never has my body reacted to just a single look. A single sentence.

A freaking groan.

I spin away when I want to lean in, walking away from the infuriating man heating up my back with his gaze, and pluck his hoodie off the loveseat. He makes another provocative noise that sends a quiver right down into my pants. “And you’re gonna steal my hoodie?”

No, no, no, no.

Can’t happen.

Won’t happen.

Shaking my head, I thread my limbs through the overly large sweatshirt. I’m bathed in the citrusy-scented fabric, a hint of fresh tobacco on its heels.

“You’re making it worse, Prune,” Toby growls. “So much worse.”

“Oh, Jeffers,” I chide. “You have no idea how bad it’s going to get.”

Chapter Eighteen

Toby

My dick is hard.

So hard that I had to tie it down with the waistband of my boxers, but even that is proving to only rub just the right spot and keep me solid through the entire barren cereal aisle.

Anna leads me around the store to avoid any high traffic areas, while I get to keep my sights glued to the peach of an ass she’s been hiding.

I knew the woman had curves, but damn…

“Jeffers,” Anna whisper-snaps and eyes me around the frosted freezer door. When did we end up in the freezer aisle? “Stop watching my butt and help.”

Snorting, I pull my beanie over my brows and step around the barely-filled cart. “Say ass and I will.”

She rolls her eyes from the recesses of my hoodie’s hood and tries to reach past the empty shelves. “You’re the worst.”

“Fine.” I shrug and crowd her in. “Don’t say it.” Reaching up past her, I lean in until my hips meet her and her gasp of surprise fills my ears. “I like that sound better, anyway,” I whisper on a dark chuckle and snag the last bag of frozen veggies to toss into the basket.

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