Page 33 of The Sweet Spot

Wait, that knock wasn't just my brain trying to shut me out of an orgasm? Someone is here at five-thirty in the morning?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Shit,” I mutter to myself, scrambling out of the bed.

Who the fuck is knocking at this time?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Just a minute,” I say louder toward the door as I head straight to the bathroom. I don't have time for a shower, but I can't have anyone see me this sweaty.

I turn the faucet to the coldest setting and close my eyes.

The second I do, I hear JB's voice in my ear. “So fucking close, aren’t you?”

Splash.

The cold water hits my face, but nothing seems to stop the thoughts of JB's firm hands on my ass.

I press both palms flat against the counter and take a deep breath because I need a second. I need several seconds. Frankly, I need, at minimum, a full psychological evaluation and possibly a new subconscious because mine has decided that the appropriate response to leading in a golf tournament is to think sexy thoughts about my partner.

My grip tightens as I stare at myself.

“Come on, Marlow. You've got this.”

The woman looking back is flushed and slightly deranged. She doesn’t look like she has anything together.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“All right, I'm coming,” I yell before splashing my face again.

Once I've patted it dry, I head to the door.

When I open it, I have to blink several times to check I'm not still dreaming.

“JB?” I rasp, taking him in, and I still can't verify if I'm awake. He's wearing gray sweatpants (a favorite of mine) and a white T-shirt that is doing nothing to help my current heart rate.

“Good morning, Whit,” he says cheerfully.

You're such a good girl.

I swallow down the echoes of my dream and ignore them.

He raises one of his arms, leans it against the doorframe, and takes me in.

Taking my dick so well.

“Is, uh, that what you wear to sleep?”

I slowly look down at my clothes. I've got a matching silk tan cami set on. The thin shoulder strap has half fallen off my shoulder, and I'm pretty sure if he looks close enough he'll be able to see my erect nipples.

Since I can't change what he's seen, I decide to own it.

Standing up straight, I hold my chin up and say, “Yes.”

“Well, I guess it's a good morning to me too.”

“What do you want, JB?”