Page 26 of Scrum Heat

She groans, recoiling like my pheromones just physically slapped her across the face.

“Can you just - do a lunge or something? For content. Thatisn’tOnlyFans adjacent.”

I tilt my head. “Defineadjacent.”

“The kind that doesn’t end in a formal complaint and a fire hazard.”

“Copy that.”

I smirk and step forward, just enough to watch her eyes drop directly to my compression shorts.

Bingo.

Her pupils dilate. She tries to blink it off and fails miserably.

“Right,” she says, voice about four octaves too high. “Lunge. Yes. Now.”

“How low do you want me to go?” I ask, already sinking deliberately and dramatically slowly.

I stay there, thigh flexed, shorts clinging for dear life, glancing up at her with the most innocent smile I can conjure.

“Lower?” I offer helpfully.

She makes a sound. Not a word—just a strangled, deeply unstable sound.

“You’re sweating, Frankie,” I comment. “Need a break? Or just overwhelmed by the raw, sponsor-friendly masculinity?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—I’mfine. Never better.”

I inhale, and her scent greets me immediately.

Sweet cinnamon. Vanilla. And something else—something sharp and sparkling that makes my instincts stretch and hum with interest.

“You’re spiraling again, sweetheart,” I grin. “Want me to lungedeeper?”

She opens her mouth—no doubt to fire a quick retort—but then Jax materializes at her elbow and silently repositions the reflector board she set up next to the tripod with perfect angling before moving away again.

Frankie blinks. “Was that—did he just—help?”

“Yeah,” I grin. “That’s his love language. Silent equipment handling. It’s very intimate.”

“I’m sick of this pack,” she grumbles under her breath.

“Youlovethis pack,” I correct her. “You just haven’t licked anyone’s hoodie yet this morning.”

“That was anaccident,” she practically growls.

I bark out a laugh. “Wait, you actually did that?!”

I lunge an inch deeper on instinct, and I swear she almost drops the phone.

“Great,” she says, voice tight. “Now stay there. Forever. In fact, maybe next time, lunge underground.”

I laugh, and when I glance at her mid-shot, I immediately spot the way that her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are wide.

Perfect.

Let the content—and chaos—begin.

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