Page 46 of Sundown Somewhere

“Hop up,” I tell her, patting the one massage table. “I’ll tuck you in.”

“You’re gonna tuck me in?”

“Yup.”

I pull back the sheet, eyes glued to her ass as she climbs onto the table, my hard-on still raging.

Fuck…

A second later she’s settled, so I start to pull the sheets up, but then I pause, giving that glorious ass a smack.

“Hux!”

“Don’t worry, there’s more where that came from.”

I wink, then hop up on my table, quickly covering myself so the massage therapists can come in.

Yeah, I think I uppercase love her…

13

DOLLY

I want to get up to no good.

Feeling better than I have in a long time, the urge to break a few rules is coursing through me. The itch as we used to call it. That funny little desire that weaves its way under the skin and only one thing will solve it.

Misbehaving.

Slipping my robe back on over my oiled-up, rubbed-down body, I try and sneak a peek at Hux, catching a brief glimpse of his ass as he wiggles back into his boxer briefs. It’s as perfect bare as it is in his jeans—maybe more so—and I smile, a little surprised that there isn’t any ink on it. He’s always sworn that he didn’t have any below the belt, but in the back of mind I wondered if he’d lost a bet with one of his brothers along the way and ended up with a tat there. Guess not.

“What are you looking at?” he asks, turning around and leveling me with that smirk.

His skin glistens in the low light, just as oiled-up as mine, the light and dark contrast from his tattoos making the shadows dance in a way that steals my attention for longer than I care to admit. On some level, it’s still a little weird to be looking at him like this. To know that I’ve kissed him. Touched him. At the same time, it feels so natural I can’t help but wonder how it took us this long to get here.

And when I get to do it again.

“We should go find that sauna,” I say, ignoring his question. “Go get our sweat on. Fully detox the tequila out of me.”

Hux chuckles. Closing the gap between us, he leans in, kissing me—softly, sweetly, as if it were any other kiss. Not one fueling the already crackling fire inside me. One that has the potential to ruin the panties I’m not currently wearing. I rest my hands against his chest, needing the support as I try to deepen it, but he’s not having it, pulling back and reaching around me, closing my robe and cinching it tight.

“Can’t have you on display out there. That beautiful view is all mine.”

I push him away, rolling my eyes. Seriously, the cheese that spews from this man.

“Are you always like this?”

“What?” he questions, throwing his own robe on and opening the door.

He gestures for me to lead the way, so I do, looking for a sign that points the way to the sauna.

“With all the lines?” He lifts an eyebrow, still not following. “The compliments, and come-ons…the sweet nothings…”

“You don’t like it?”

I didn’t say that…

Truthfully, I don’t know how they make me feel. Yes, I like them—they make me feel special and wanted. But there’s still a little voice in my head telling me that it’s fake. The lure used to catch the fish. Then again, he did tell me last night that I was the woman in his life.