Page 42 of Dirty Pucker

I scoff. “Ingrid, there are a lot of words I could use to describe the way you look right now, but ridiculous isn’t one of them.”

She smiles and bites her bottom lip. Her mouth is so lush and pouty. My dick twitches.

I clear my throat and dig my thumb into the side of my quad, hoping that the sharp pain keeps my cock from hardening.

She sits on the bench across from me and my gaze falls to her chest again. Sweat beads along the delicate curve of her throat and collarbone. I watch as a drop trickles down, disappearing in her cleavage.

My mouth waters and my tongue aches to lick the sweat from her throat and boobs.

I swallow hard and force myself to look up.

“So, um…pretty cool that you had a steam room in your old house,” I say, keeping my unblinking gaze on her face.

“I didn’t. Theo had it installed recently. But I come over and use it a lot.”

“Oh. Nice.”

She wrinkles her brow as she looks at me. “You okay? You look kind of mad.”

It takes a second before I realize just how hard I’m frowning. “Uh, yeah. I’m all good. It’s just kind of hot in here.”

And I’m trying not to stare at your insanely sexy body like a creep, and apparently I look like a psycho when I concentrate that hard.

I close my eyes and press a fist to my forehead. “The heat takes it out of me sometimes,” I lie.

The door to the sauna jiggles. I open my eyes and glance over. Ingrid does too.

“Del? Ingrid? You in there?” Theo asks.

“Yeah,” we both say.

“Did you guys lock the door? It won’t open.”

“No…” Ingrid stands up and walks to the door. She grabs the handle and pulls on it, but it doesn’t budge.

I stand up and try to open it, but it doesn’t move.

“I think it might be stuck,” I say to Theo.

I hear him sigh on the other side of the wooden door. “I bet the wood expanded with the heat. It does that sometimes. Hang on, let me get my tools and I’ll pry it open. You guys okay in there?”

“Yeah, we’re good. Just sweaty.” Ingrid chuckles.

“Okay, gimme a minute.”

I step back, careful not to trip on the dip in the floor.

Ingrid turns around. “I guess it’s just me and you?—”

She trips on the uneven wooden flooring and falls toward me. I grab her by the shoulders, but the force of the fall knocks me back. My ass lands on the bench and she lands on top of me. We make identical “oof” sounds.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah.” She lets out a breathy laugh and looks down. A beat later, her blue eyes are wide.

“Um, Del…”

“Yeah?”

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