Page 59 of Melting the Ice

My entire body lit up like a freaking firework.

I snapped a quick selfie in my Stampede jersey that I’d worn for tonight’s shift at Tipsy.

Micah: It has my name on it, right? Take it off.

Josie: Simone might frown at that.

Micah: Damn. Not home yet?

Josie: Leaving soon. So, what’s under the sheet?

“I’m almost done. You?” Simone called out. I dropped the rag I was currently holding, glancing over my shoulder like I’d been caught. At least I wasn’t handling any glassware right now.

“Yeah, yeah. Just wiping everything down, and then I’m good up here,” I replied, glancing back at my phone to wait for his response.

Three dots appeared and disappeared. And then appeared.

Send a dick pic already.

Micah: We can have a joint show-and-tell as soon as you’re back in my bed. I love how it smells like you when I get home.

Micah: Not in a creepy way, of course.

I giggled, loving when he got awkward. Blond, awkward, and hot as hell was my kryptonite, apparently.

After quickly finishing the rest of my tasks, I said good night to Simone and got into Micah’s truck. It was nice using it while he was away, so I didn’t have to waste money on calling an Uber. And his truck smelled like him.

I guess we were both smell-creepy.

Grabbing a fast shower as soon as I got home, I slipped on my robe and climbed into bed, and then I hit FaceTime.

“Hello, gorgeous. Damn, you look good in my bed,” Micah said, his voice low, as soon as the call connected.

His hair was tousled, and I wished I was there, running my fingers through it.

“I wish you were here, too,” I murmured, tucking my wet hair over my shoulder.

“Did you get off in the shower before calling?”

I swallowed audibly. “Coming in hot already.”

He chuckled. “Did you?”

It really was true that the quiet ones were the dirtiest, and I was here for it.

“Did you?” I asked. I’d personally kept my hands PG because I wanted to take a fast shower so I could call him.

His smirk twisted up my belly.

“I had to. Aside from making you scream my name while you come, there’s nothing better than jerking off with your name on my lips and images of you in my head.”

“Holy shit,” I rasped.

“And if I can’t touch you tonight, you’ll have to do it for me. You up for that?”

I could only nod.

“Good girl. Now, take off that robe.”

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