Page 58 of The Fix

A flush takes over her face.

Snagging her hand, I make my way across the room, closing the bathroom door behind us.

“Jeffers—”

“Hush, Mama.” I push open the sauna door and pull her inside.

“Why are you always freaking naked?” she squeals.

“You got a problem with it?” I ask over my shoulder and pull open the panel built into the wall that holds the controls for this room.

“What if I do?” Anna snarks.

“Do you?”

After setting the temp and timer, I start pulling the straps of her top down her shoulders.

“I’m so screwed.” The words are mumbled, whispered, and don’t compute.

“What?” I flick my gaze to her when she allows me to work the material over one elbow, then the other, and the top drops to her waist.

“Nothing,” she grumbles.

Her tits are finally exposed and I see faint tan lines dipping between and along the sides of her.

“Fuck,” I murmur, my fingers following each line that stops just beneath each tit. “You wear a bikini, Mama?”

Anna slaps my hands away, her face growing a deeper shade of red even though her hands go to her hips. “So?”

So much color to her.

I chuckle. “That’s sexy as hell.”

If it’s possible, her flush trails all the way down to her exposed chest. “It’s just a bathing suit. Which I have if you’d let me go change for this.”

“Nuh-uh. Not now.” I snag her wrist when she goes to push by me. Her body collides with me, those glorious tits smooshing into my chest. “I have other plans for you.”

“What plans?” she asks, breathless.

“Dirty.” I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her pants and watch as her eyes fill with want. “Filthy.” I drag the material down her thighs and her chest rises with quick breaths. “Nasty.” I drop to my knees, taking her pants all the way to her ankles she eagerly lifts. “No clothes required plans.”

Anna shudders in front of me, the misters above us triggering with the rise of the temperature.

Rising to my full height, I toss the clothes out of the sauna and close us in it.

My skin grows damp and hot as I look at her, my gaze tracking from her toes—painted a bright teal that has me biting my lip—up to her creamy calves and thighs, dotted with a light smattering of freckles.

I want to kiss my way across each one. To memorize the colors of her.

Then her hips and belly. The woman has an ass I want to sink my teeth into, just like a fucking peach, that creates the base of her hourglass figure. Her waist pitches inward before flaring up her rib cage with full tits and peaked nipples I need in my mouth before we leave this room.

When my sight trails up her neck to her jaw, then those glossy pink fucking lips, my gaze collides with hers and she squirms.

Clenched thighs and all.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Mama.” I lick my lips and offer my hand. “Now come ride this dick.”

She whimpers, fucking whimpers, and slides her palm against mine.

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