Wild Sexy Fix (Wild Sexy 2)

“Yeah,” I said softly. “It’s what I want.”

“Fine, then it’s what we’ll do.”

After he had gone, I curled up under my covers, postponing a shower so I could breathe in the memory of his touch and the spicy male scent he’d left on my skin. I barely even noticed that he hadn’t put the frame up after all. I barely noticed anything at all. I just knew something had shifted, and now I knew for sure that I wanted more from Jason, much more than I’d ever thought I could want from any man.

Chapter Four

“I thought Jason was going to hang that frame for you last night,” Amy said the next afternoon. I was making a spaghetti stir-fry with lots of vegetables. It was one of the few things I knew how to cook really well, and I took great pride in it.

“He had to leave,” I lied, hoping my face didn’t betray all the other things he’d helped me with. I felt terrible about lying to Amy, but for now, I just couldn’t see a way around it. Telling her I was kind of using her brother for sex seemed as bad as not telling her the truth.

“I’ll put it up,” she offered. “Just tell me where.”

“Thanks.” I smiled. “You’re sweet and I don’t deserve you.”

“Awww…” She smiled. “That’s only slightly true.”

I chuckled. “So, how’s Colin?”

“He’s great,” she said with a sigh. “His company is sending him to London for a week—a week!”

“Aww.” I gave her a sympathetic smile. “Seven days will go by faster than yo

u expect.”

“I hope so. At least I’ll be able to catch up on my work.” She yawned and switched on the TV, flipping through a couple of options on the streaming channel. “My mom called, and she said to say hi to you, and that she’s looking forward to seeing you again whenever you decide you want some peace and quiet.”

“Oh.” I was pleased but taken aback. “That’s great.”

Amy shrugged.” What’re you doing later today?” she asked.

“Gimme a minute.” My phone was buzzing. I deftly opened the messenger app while stirring the veggies on the heated wok with my other hand.

The message was from Jason.

Come over and spend the night, it said simply.

Heat flared in my core. Just a text from him and my body was already burning with need.

I can’t. I have work tomorrow, I typed back.

Studies show that you’re more productive at work when you have multiple orgasms the night before.

I pulled in a breath as my legs weakened.

Studies shows that most studies are bullshit.

Funny, he replied with two laughing emojis. Then, Come over. I want to taste you.

I stared at the words, unable to think of anything else but his tongue between my legs. My food was going to burn.

Pack an overnight bag, or not. I got you a couple of Mondays worth of clothes, and sexy lingerie I am planning to peel off you.

Jesus!

I’m coming to pick you up. Six. Be ready.

I knew without question that I was going to go with him.