Hot Pickle - J.J. Knight Page 0,18

is in your hands.”

My hands itch to get onto his body. My professional detachment is out the window, but I have to roll with it. “You ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He heads to the screen in the corner.

I watch the shadow of him undressing, beset with nerves. I’m on my own turf, doing what I do best.

But something about Max Pickle has me completely off balance.

9

Max

I need an anti-Viagra.

Taking off my clothes in Camryn’s apartment is fucking hot, even if I’m behind a screen. I can hear her moving around only a few feet away.

I bite the inside of my cheek. I’m not going to have a repeat of last weekend.

Not.

I act like this is the doctor’s office and she’s about to dig for my prostrate.

That helps.

When I step out, Camryn waits on the canvas tarp. She snaps out a large colorful towel and I have to look away as she bends down to straighten it. That ass is perfect in her fitted yoga pants, and I’ll never keep control.

She turns, glances down, and lets out a sudden, “Oh!”

I look too, wondering if I was rising to the occasion.

“Did you bring a modesty pouch for your…” She hesitates. “I have some.”

“I think it’s too late for modesty?”

She bites her lip in a gloriously sexy way. She takes a bright-white towel from a stack on a side table and hands it to me. “You can cover things I haven’t gotten to yet.”

I unfurl the towel in a hurry because it’s happening again already, the blood-rush to my junk. Damn. “So, what first?”

“I’ll look for dry patches of skin to exfoliate.”

That isn’t sexy at all, so it simmers me down.

She points to the stool at the center of the tarp. “Sit here for this part.”

I keep the towel on my lap as she sets a white pail full of bottles and scrubbies next to me.

“Since your hair is short, I’ll start with the ears and neck. Then we’ll work our way down.”

I nod.

Her hands feel along my jaw, neck, and shoulders. Her hands are cool and soft. I take in more of the room. She’s bohemian, with hand-hooked rugs and tie-dyed silks on the walls. A large painting portrays two figures entwined. Only after I stare at it for a while do I realize the swirls of colors depict them having sex.

Must. Avert. Eyes.

I think of changing the oil in my car. Scrubbing the grill at the deli. Cutting jalapeños.

That’s better.

Camryn switches to a loofa and begins gently rubbing it near the center of my back.

“I’ll have to undo what I did before, since it was a patch job,” she says. “There’s product build-up here.”

I drop my head as she moves down, the scratch of the loofa like the perfect ease of a terrible itch.

She moves in front of me. “Chest time. Look up.”

I stare at the ceiling as her thumb presses against every muscle, feels inside every crevice. She’s like a sculptor making sure every ounce of clay is exactly as it should be.

“I’m going to shift this,” she says, and the towel moves. She spreads my knees and the stirring begins again. I’m covered, so I let my imagination go wild, her cool hands moving up my thigh, and in my mind, grasping my heavy cock. She works it before sliding it into her mouth, her hair falling across my knees.

And I went too far. I’m at such full-mast the tent of the towel could be seen from space.

“Other side,” she says, shifting to my other leg.

Her elbow almost brushes against it, so I make a show of pinning the towel in place, pushing my raging cock flat against the leg she already checked.

Jesus. What is with my body and this woman?

“So, stand up,” she says. “I need to get the back of your thighs.”

I breathe easier now that she’s behind me. Her hands find something behind my knee and the loofa works again.

The wisps of her hair tickle my bare ass, and the fantasies roll up again. Her lips against my skin, kissing her way around. Those gorgeous eyes lifting to look up at me.

Fuck. I’m full-mast again.

“I’m going to spray you in a second, so you will need to set the towel aside.”

Already? I have to get this sucker down.

Come on. I grasp for anything to cool my jets. Spoiled meat. Toe jam. Roadkill.

She stands behind me. “I’m ready for the first coat. We’re going to move over to the tent to catch the spray.” She