I think I’m in serious trouble here.
“You can stare at my boobs later, MacLaine.We need to clear off the roof.”She hops up.I remain where I am sprawled out on the floor, watching her move.She’s got a delicious little swing of her hips when she walks, even in those chunky wool socks.She’s straight and sure of herself.Shoulders back.
I realize I’ve never seen her in heels.Or even a dress.Or a skirt.
Can that be right?Jeans.Scrubs.Snow coveralls.That’s it.
And Phoebe’s been genuinely lovely in all of them.
Or nothing at all.
She bends over to grab my cashmere sweater from the floor and flings it onto my face.I peek around it to see her reach for her clothes hanging by the fireplace.
I jump up, too.“You’re not going on the roof with me.It’s pitch dark out there.”
I watch her pull on her panties, thermal underwear, turtleneck, and fleece sweater.She steps into her snowsuit and zips it up to her chin.
She’s serious.
“Phoebe.Stop.”
She puts her hands on her hips and starts looking around for her gloves.I get it.She wants to help.But I need to reason with her.
“I haven’t been outside in many hours now, Phoebe.I don’t know what the conditions are, and I don’t want to put you at risk.”
“Conditions?”She makes a production of pretending to peer through the tarps into the night.“Looks like it may have snowed.”
I shake my head and grab my thermal underwear, socks, long-sleeve thermal T-shirt, and wool beanie, then top it off with my sweater.Next, I tug on my thick, waterproof socks.
“And why is it that you haven’t been outside in many hours, I wonder?”Phoebe tips her head in puzzlement.
I see where she’s going with this.I pull on the weatherproof layer that goes under my coveralls.
“I think it’s because I made sexual demands that kept you from your outdoor duties.”
I’m trying not to laugh.
“Therefore, I should carry my weight.”
I give her no warning, just snatch her up off her feet and hold her high off the floor.I lay a kiss on her.She links her arms around my neck and slides down the front of my body until her feet reach the floor and our lips part.
She smiles up at me.“I just want to help, Evander.I’m fine now.Think about it, if I can survive the crazy sex we just had, I think I can shovel some snow.”
“All right, all right.”Thereissomething she can help me with.“But remember our agreement—if I tell you to do something, you do it, because it’s for your safety.”
“I remember.”
“But wear the extra parka over your snowsuit, okay?”
“Won’t you be cold if I do?”
I glare at her.
“All right, all right.Jeeeesh.”
We step through the tarp and put on our boots.I check to make sure she’s zipped up, buttoned up, and covered from head to toe.I check her balaclava and pull the parka hood down her forehead before I snap it in place.
She looks up at me.I can only see her eyes, but I know from the sparkle that she’s smiling.All I want to do is strip everything off her again and watch her ride my dick to a few more orgasms, but that will have to wait.
