Back The Naked Fisherman
Chapters (35)
  1. Playlist
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. The Lost Fisherman
  34. Also by Jewel E. Ann
  35. About the Author

My frown deepened. “Yes.”

“I’m not going to kiss the blonde because she’s my sister, so that would be weird. Occasionally, she likes to ride with me. That’s her red Honda you parked next to.”

After processing his explanation, I shrugged. “What about Teagan?”

“What about her?” He unzipped his jacket.

“Are you still with her?”

A slow grin made its way up his face as he shook his head. “I’m not sure I was ever ‘with’ her, but she’s not okay being ‘with’ me since you were in my bathtub.”

Was I a consolation prize? Since the beautiful doctor didn’t want to be with him, he got the naked girl in his bathtub? Was I even that? I felt certain he’d had sex with her, yet he didn’t think they were together? What could a simple kiss possibly have meant to him?

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have taken a bath in your tub.” Pivoting, I unloaded my groceries.

“I disagree. I gave you permission. I’m still giving you permission. Do you want to take a bath? Right now?”

Couldn’t he let me be mad for a few seconds? No.

Releasing an unavoidable laugh, I shook my head while closing the fridge. “I don’t want or need a bath right now. And where’s your sister?”

“She had to leave.” He slipped off his jacket and tossed it on the sectional.

I folded the paper bags, eyeing his moves as he made his way to me. A wall of shields lifted around my heart as an inner voice chanted, No. No. No.

“Did you get a lot of work done today?” He gripped my waist, and my hands flew to his shoulders because I wasn’t sure what he was doing. Then he lifted me onto the counter and stepped into the space between my spread legs.

Just like the previous night, everything in my body kicked into overdrive. “I …” Swallowing hard, I gave him a nervous smile. “I sorted and filed today.”

“That’s good.” He brushed my hair away from my shoulders and dipped his face into my neck.

I stiffened feeling the warmth of his breath spread along my skin. My hands slid from his shoulders to his hair, searching for control. If I didn’t want him to kiss my neck, I could have yanked him away.

But I did.

I wanted to be kissed where I’d never been kissed before. Boys had kissed me, but I’d never made out with anyone. No kisses on my neck. No hickeys.