“Are you ready to stop being stubborn and come inside now?” Hutch asks, back to rubbing my arms to warm me up. “I-I-I s-s-suppose.” He laughs, grabbing my hand and tugging me toward the door. “Come on. I think I know just the right way to warm you up, Sinclair.” “Are you trying to woo me with orgasms again, Mr. Grumbles?” “Always.”
