“Yep.” Fitz kissed Joker’s cheek. “See you later.” He said goodbye and headed for the Ice Castle. Lucky and Mason were heading out, toolboxes in their hands.
“Guess what?” Lucky asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Fitz gasped. “You finished fixing the roof?”
“You betcha,” Mason replied. He threw an arm around Lucky. “Now, if you’ll excuse us. We’re gonna take a little break and…celebrate.”
Lucky hummed. “Ooh, I like this kind of celebration.”
Fitz shook his head at them. “Have fun.” He waved them off and searched for his man, finding him inside the storage room. Fitz whistled and catcalled at Jack, who was on all fours looking for something. Jack laughed and sat back on his heels. “That’s a good look for you,” Fitz purred as he came to stand in front of Jack.
Jack gazed up at him, his gray eyes twinkling. He ran his hands up Fitz’s legs. “Like seeing me on my knees, do you?”
“Oh yes.”
Jack stood and drew Fitz against him. “Well then, how about we get this done, and then you tell me what a bad boy I’ve been.” He nipped at Fitz’s neck, making Fitz laugh. He hummed and started unzipping his coat.
“In that case, let’s get to work.”
Jack playfully kissed Fitz’s cheek, then pulled back so Fitz could remove his many layers of winter wear.
“Okay, where do you want me?” Fitz asked, receiving a very heated and naughty look in response. “Work first. I’ll get you on your knees later.”
Jack groaned. “Not fair.”
“Think of me as your prize for getting the job done.”
With a moan, Jack took a step forward and then stopped himself. “No. Nope. Work first. Okay, come here,” he commanded, his voice low and sexy. He crooked his finger, laughing when Fitz crossed his arms over his chest.
“Well, we’re never going to get anywhere with you talking to me like that.”
“Like what?” Jack asked, his wicked smile telling Fitz he knew exactly what he was doing. If that’s the way he wanted to play, Fitz could play.
Fitz sauntered over and stopped in front of Jack. He ran his fingers down Jack’s chest to his tool belt, his fingers brushing the bulge in Jack’s pants. “So, which of thesehardtools will I be handling?”
Jack groaned and dropped his head onto Fitz’s shoulder. “I brought this on myself, didn’t I?”
“You did.”
“Okay, focus. Focus, focus, focus.” Jack motioned Fitz over to the wall and an open panel. He handed Fitz a flathead screwdriver. “Okay, see all these screws?”
Fitz eyed him, and Jack laughed.
“No, this is not dirty talk. I need you to loosen each one and pull out the wire.”
“I can’t get electrocuted?” Fitz asked, glaring at the wires in case they got any ideas.
“The power has been turned off, but see that big one up there? Don’t touch that. Only touch what I tell you, okay?”
“Okay.” Fitz started with the first screw as Jack went back to the bigger of the panels on his left. He paused and turned. Fitz held up a finger. “If the next words out of your mouth include the word screw, the only tools you’re going to be handling are your own.”
Jack spun back to face his panel, and Fitz did his best not to laugh. If they were going to get this job done, they couldn’t afford distractions, not when Fitz knew Jack was all his after this. Just the thought sent a shiver through him.
Nope. Focus. He could do this. How hard could it be? Ugh,hard. He was doomed.
CHAPTERSIX
Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. It was a good idea in certain ways, but also not a good one because Jack’s pants were uncomfortably tight, and he had to finish installing the new main panel. But how could he when Fitz stood next to him looking so damned good? His long legs were encased in white pants with white, faux-fur-lined boots, and his soft, white fluffy sweater fell just above his gorgeous ass.
