and out of bed.

"Now who's the tease?" she asked glibly, making him chuckle. She rolled to her side and propped her head up on her hand, watching him grab his clothes and pull them on. His body made her mouth water. The way it looked and moved, the way it felt beneath her fingers, the weight of it pressed down against hers. She mentally scolded herself because that line of thinking was definitely not conducive for not having sex with him again. When he tugged his shirt on, she sat up and got out of bed, finding her robe on the floor.

"Your body is fucking smokin', Alisha," he said hoarsely, watching her move lithely through her darkened bedroom, slipping green silk over her compact frame. The flirty smile she shot back made him grin wickedly.

"That's funny—I was just thinking the same about yours," she smiled fully, tying the belt around her waist. "Come on, fireman, I'll walk you out."

She unlocked the door, but his hand against it kept her from opening it. He pulled her up on her tiptoes and dropped heated lips to her, kissing her soundly. Gently releasing her, he opened the door and walked out into the hallway. "Night, Larrington," he smirked.

Alisha's lips twitched, and she smoothed her hair back behind one ear. "Goodnight."

"Don't forget about the rain check. I'll be calling that in very soon." With one last leering glance, he strolled out of sight.

Alisha shut the door and leaned back against it, expelling a long, slow breath as a smile tugged at her lips.

It was cold, gray and blustery Tuesday morning as Alisha walked down the crowded sidewalk on her way to breakfast. But the weather was no match for her mood. She had an extra spring in her step and a smile on her face. Attributing a tremendous portion of the good mood to the amazing sex she'd been having with a certain tall, dark and sexy fireman, the remainder of that mood was because of the blonde up ahead.

"Hi, girl," Alisha called brightly, seeing her friend on the sidewalk outside the bakery.

"Hey, darling," Maggie answered, a beaming smile on her pretty face.

Alisha laughed. "You haven't used that one in a while."

Maggie shrugged and looked at her friend, studying her closely. "You seem awfully chipper today," she said finally.

"I got a good night's sleep, there's snow on the ground and I get to have a girls' day with my best friend. What's not to be happy about? Oh, and the best part? There's a huge leak in the ceiling of the theater and that caused a lot more damage than they initially thought, so I am now off work until—are you ready for this—Saturday!"

"Woo hoo!" Maggie loudly squealed, ignoring looks of the other members in the line as she and Alisha excitedly jumped up and down. "Good for you, Lisha, you need a break. Now we don't have to settle just for a mani/pedi. We can spend the whole day at the spa."

A sneaky smile curled over Alisha's lips. "My thoughts exactly. That's why I already called ahead and booked massages and facials, too. I made appointments for Russell, too. Where is he?"

"He's meeting us at the spa. You know how he feels about baked goods," Maggie said, rolling her eyes, moving forward as the line shifted. "Four days off…what are you gonna do with yourself?"

She knew what she wanted to be doing, or rather whom, but she hadn't heard from him yet. "Not sure," she answered honestly. "Relax, probably. Go to the movies. I don't know—we'll see where the wind takes me." Hopefully tangled in the sheets with Big.

"Sounds good to me. What are you going to get? I can't decide between a raisin bagel and a cherry cheese Danish." Feeling a strong pair of arms come around her waist, she startled until she heard the familiar voice whisper Hey, baby in her ear. "Hey yourself, James," she greeted, leaning back against him, tipping her head up for a kiss.

Alisha glanced over her shoulder and, just as if merely thinking his name seconds ago conjured his appearance, looked directly into very familiar and very impish hazel eyes. Shit. What if he says something to Maggie? He'd probably already told James. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Hey, Larrington," he said lazily, even as his eyes danced with wild amusement. He ran his eyes up and down her body slowly, smirking wickedly when they landed on her annoyed expression and narrowed eyes.

"Big," she greeted casually. Well, as casually as she could manage seeing the way they spent a good portion of the weekend. He was still in his uniform and that certainly didn't help the whole act natural vibe she was going for.

"Hi, Big," Maggie said brightly, linking her fingers with James's.

"Sup, Blondie?" he asked with a careless nod of his head. He crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his eyes back towards Alisha, who was now staring straight ahead and ignoring him. He bit back a laugh.

"What are you two pretty ladies up to today?" James asked, ever the gentleman.

"A whole day at the spa," Maggie informed him. "We were just going to get our nails done, but Alisha's got the rest of the week off work, so she's a lady of leisure now."

"How'd you swing that, Shorty?" Big asked, his brows arched when she looked back.

"A pipe burst in the ceiling and there's a lot of damage to be repaired before the theater is able to reopen."

"That's great you get some time off," James smiled kindly before turning his attention back to Maggie, who asked about his shift at work.

Alisha let James and Maggie walk a few steps ahead of them and she felt his hot breath on her ear and his fingers skipping along her spine, marking every last bit of flesh on her body with goose bumps. "Come over tonight," he whispered lowly. There was no question there, she decided, as heat stirred in her low in her gut. It

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