Page 62 of Some Like It Hot

Just the thought has me clearing my throat.

“How do you know I sleep naked?” she asks, but she sounds a little breathless. I don’t think it’s from the blast of cold air we encounter when we step outside.

Her ass is pressing back against my hand even as she pulls a knit cap onto her head and down over her ears.

This woman.

God. I’m really fucking playing with fire.

But I love to win.

And I have to taste Elise from head to toe. I need to bury myself in her heat.

“You are one fucking hundred percent a sleep naked girl. Don’t even try to deny it. You’re comfortable in your skin and that is so damn sexy.”

She makes a noncommittal sound, but I know I’m right.

“Do you sleep naked?” she asks.

“You’ll have to find out.” I gesture to the right. “My truck is down here.”

“Of course you drive a truck,” she mutters. “You’re huge.”

I lift my fob to start the engine and get the seats heated. “I’m not small. Besides, I can’t drive a sports car in the woods.”

“So many trees in the woods,” she remarks, shaking her head and smiling. “Lovely to look at, but definitely not my dream. I bet you can’t even get food delivery service.”

“Nope.”

Is that a pang of disappointment I feel?

I frown to myself.

It’s not like Elise strikes me as a woman who wants to hike and fish. Nor do I need companionship.

“I’m not cut out for subsistence living,” she adds.

“Uh, not being able to order food day or night is not exactly subsistence living.”

“It is to me.”

I tell myself I’m disappointed by her reaction because of my grandmother. Elise needs to be convincing. “Make sure you tell my grandmother you love the woods.”

I open the passenger door and she climbs in. She pauses, boots on the runner, and pins me with a gaze over her shoulder. “I know the assignment.”

Grunting, I just nod, and she settles into the seat. I push the door closed and go around to the driver’s side.

“These seats are heaven,” she said, wiggling her ass back and forth. “Toasted buns. I love it.”

All that wiggling isn’t helping me focus. Lust is continually clouding my thoughts, which are already muddled enough. “Where is this hotel?”

She rattles off the address, and I put it in my phone.

It’s close by, which is good. I need her naked. Now.

Watching her break as three men take her is going to be hot as hell.

I’m about to say that out loud when she fiddles with her earring and says, “By the way, I have a pinup competition in a few weeks and I think you should be there. If I’m spending half my free time at hockey games, you should support me too. That’s what a fiancé would do.”

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