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“This is where you come in.”

And I had to add…had I not been on my second six-pack of beer, along with more than a couple long swigs of wine, I would’ve never considered doing it.

But I did.

And it was the best day of my life, ever.

***

Thirty minutes later, Aspen was a hot mess. Literally and physically.

“You should’ve never turned that battery powered heater on in here. I’m literally dying,” she groaned, wiping sweat off her forehead with her elbows.

The heater was working well; I’d give her that.

It was something the boys at the firehouse had rigged up using a car battery. It put out a lot of heat and allowed me to sleep comfortablly in my bed for the last week without having blankets piled a mile high on top of me.

I took a swig of my beer, well and truly buzzed now.

I couldn’t even say how many I’d had at this point in the night.

A smile overtook my face when I realized I’d have to tell Luke, my boss on the SWAT team, that I couldn’t come in if a callout were to happen right then.

I was well and truly drunk, and enjoying every minute of it.

“I’m going to be naked here in a few seconds,” I said somewhat loudly, never able to control my mouth when I was this far gone. “You’ll have to forgive me if I wanted to make sure there was no shrinkage. Have I mentioned that I can’t believe I’m doing this right now?”

“Yes,” she snickered. “About twenty times now. But it was your idea.”

I snorted, then sat back on the counter in Aspen’s bathroom.

“Okay,” she grinned excitedly, looking at the thermometer in the water. “It’s ready.”

I crossed my arms over my chest.

“My cock needs inspiration,” I said. “And it’s only fair.”

“What’s only fair?” She sounded confused, leaning back to look at me, taking a swig from her bottle of wine while she did.

“I’m practically naked, and I will be in a few minutes. The least you could do is take your clothes off, too,” I challenged.

I wasn’t sure she was going to do it, but when she sat the bottle down onto the counter with a loud clunk, punctuating that sound by whipping off her shirt, I nearly swallowed my tongue.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, meaning her perfectly formed, juicy breasts spilled out of her shirt, bouncing and swaying as she waited for my reaction.

My cock reacted instantaneously, rising up after nearly a year-long slumber.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned, closing my eyes. “You should definitely put it back on.”

I was nodding. Definitely. She needed to put it back on. Now!

If she didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

I’d fuck her, and she’d let me.

It was as simple as that.

She gave me a knowing smile, glanced down at my cock, and then back to the water she’d just said came to the correct temperature.