Page 9 of Hot & Bothered

Eventually, she returned to earth and released his hair, apologizing for nearly snatching him bald.

“I think I could rock being bald, don’t you?” he said, kissing her inner thigh before helping her set her foot down on the floor from his shoulder.

She wobbled a little and used his shoulder to steady herself. “I think you could pull it off better than Chase and Rex.” He stood up, and she ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair again. “But you do have a gorgeous head of hair. I don’t see baldness in your future.”

“No. But I’ll go gray early. All the men in my family have. Both sides, too. Nobody is bald, but everybody is gray.”

“Stress of the job won’t help with that.” She smiled. “You’ll look sexy as a silver fox, though.”

Taking her hand and helping her step out of her dress, he led her through his apartment and into his bedroom, then his bathroom, where he turned on his walk-in steam shower. “I might have something that can remove makeup.” He dug under his bathroom sink and pulled out a face wash his sister bought him years ago when he was getting a bit of adult acne. He soon realized that it was theprotein powder he took that that made him break out. Now, he severely limited his dairy intake. He handed it to her. “Will this work? It says it can remove makeup.”

With that same sweet smile as before, she accepted the bottle and used some folded up toilet paper to wipe her eyes clean. Then she washed the rest of her face, using a small cloth he gave her.

“Still gorgeous,” he said, when she removed the cloth and glanced at him in the mirror, her face free of makeup and looking rosy and fresh.

“I don’t actually like wearing makeup. Makes me break out if I do it too often.”

“It’s fun to get dressed up once in a while, though.” He started to unbutton his dress shirt. She watched him like a spider, fixated on a fly that was about to get snagged in her web. With focus, curiosity and absolute starvation.

The way her pupils grew, the black invading the gray until it was just a thin rim of silver left of her irises as he removed his shirt, had him stifling his chuckle.

Then he went to work on his pants and when his cock slapped his stomach, she couldn’t contain her gasp.

“Jesus Christ,” she blurted out. “Forget being a cop. You could be a firefighter with that hose.”

He snorted. “Been hanging out with Rayma too much.”

“Because I say what’s on my mind?”

“No filter.”

“Blame the twins.”

“I’d rather justmeetthem.” He stepped forward and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. It was a standard bra, but instead of two clasps, it had four. The black bra fell to the ground and his gaze zeroed in on her perky red nipples.

He dropped to a crouch and brought one into his mouth while cupping the other breast. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her chest into his hand. He switched to the other breast with his mouth, sucking that nipple andfeeling it get harder against his tongue. She moaned once more and reached out to steady herself by grabbing his shoulders.

“Let’s get clean,” she said, pulling away and opening the glass door for the shower. He followed her in and had her plastered up against the tile wall in less than a second.

Hands and mouths were everywhere as the steam enveloped them into a warm fog.

The snow picked up outside, blanketing the city once more in a white shroud of silence. But inside Jace’s apartment, in his shower, things were hot, and neither of them were quiet.

He brought her to climax again with just his fingers before she dropped to her knees, took him in her mouth and introduced him to her tonsils on a very intimate level.

It was nearly two in the morning by the time they fell into bed. But neither of them was tired.

When one of her twins got tired, the other one tagged in, and because he was all about balance, he made sure he never left either twin unsatisfied. The clock on his phone said it was three-thirty when he finally curled up around Peyton and closed his eyes.

He’d never had a Christmas like this before, but he was beginning to think there’d never be one better, either.

Pinpricks of ecstasy filled Peyton’s limbs, and her toes curled as the man on top of her rocked his hips in such a decadent way she saw stars behind her close eyelids.

Exhausted from such a wonderful day yesterday, and a long and erotic evening, she didn’t have the energy to open her eyesandgo another round with Jace.

So she chose to keep her eyes closed, because vision was overrated when the man was just that talented.

She locked her ankles around his butt as it flexed and bunched with each thrust.

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