the white rose with the other, gesturing toward Cass, whose red hair was cascading over the massage table’s head cradle. As I folded back the soft flannel sheet covering her back, she flinched before laughing nervously.
“Sorry! I thought the massage was over.”
I laid the rose on the counter and then took out my cufflinks and dropped them in a pocket before rolling up my sleeves. Her skin was shimmering with oil, and my hands easily slid down her back all the way to the edge of her round, firm little ass. She moaned softly, and my dick jerked. This was definitely a first for me. Beautiful, naked woman laid out in front of me, and I wasn’t going to fuck her in the right here, right now.
“Wow. You have really strong hands,” Cass mumbled. “I guess I should have said harder in the first place.”
And it was official—my hard-on was painful again. My hands skimmed up her sides before running back down to her ass. Her skin was like silk. I worked the muscles right at the curve of her ass before moving toward her hips. I ran my hands down her thighs next, working my way to her calves before sliding my hands up along the creamy skin of her inner thighs until I could feel the heat of her pussy.
She inhaled sharply and became very still, but she didn’t say anything. Smiling to myself, I moved back down to her calves, kneading the muscles until she whimpered. When I took the rose and began to caress the skin of her neck with the petals, she shivered. Aching as I imagined slipping into that tight heat from behind and feeling her silky pussy wrap around my dick, I bent down next to her.
“Did you enjoy your massage?”
She bolted upright, causing the sheet to fall around her hips. My eyes locked onto her creamy little tits, her nipples standing out, beckoning. Her eyes followed my gaze, and she yelped before grasping the sheet and dragging it up around her chest. With a smirk, I walked over and took the robe from the hook on the wall.
“How did you get in here?” she whispered fiercely.
“You’re registered at the hotel as my wife.”
“Oh my god,” she muttered.
I handed her the robe.
“Are you going to turn around?”
“I would prefer not to.”
“Are you always this difficult?” she huffed.
“I’m extremely accommodating in bed.”
She laughed and rolled her eyes before I faced the wall. When I turned around, she was wrapped in the robe and wearing the spa’s slippers.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
She looked around nervously.
“I have to go get my clothes and change.”
“Give me the key to the locker. I’ll have your things sent up.”
After a brief hesitation, she followed me to the door. I handed her the rose, which earned me a withering look. I walked ahead of her to the elevator, pressed the button, and then held out my hand when the doors slid open. Already standing on the elevator was a jowly middle-aged man wearing khakis, a blue polo, tassels on his shoes, and too much gold jewelry.
His eyes slithered across Cass’s body. He was easily four times her age—and something about his gaze triggered a memory of my father’s predatory stare. As the elevator began moving, Cass looked over at him, her cheeks coloring as his eyes raked over her. For a brief moment, I entertained a fantasy of grabbing his bad comb-over and smacking his head into the steel doors of the elevator. When he stepped off at the next floor, my muscles relaxed. This girl was definitely my grand karmic bitch slap.
Jealousy? Possessiveness? What the fuck? I was old enough to know better. What was it about her? Sure, I wanted to fuck her. In undergrad, my motto had been, “ No pussy left behind. ” Maybe I was getting old. Hell, in the past three years, I had seen half the guys I knew get married—happily or not. I was that guy they all said they envied.
Mayhem McDevitt , the eternal bachelor.
The type of man Cass Flynn looked at with scorn, mild amusement, lust, and trepidation. Sure, her willpower
“Sorry! I thought the massage was over.”
I laid the rose on the counter and then took out my cufflinks and dropped them in a pocket before rolling up my sleeves. Her skin was shimmering with oil, and my hands easily slid down her back all the way to the edge of her round, firm little ass. She moaned softly, and my dick jerked. This was definitely a first for me. Beautiful, naked woman laid out in front of me, and I wasn’t going to fuck her in the right here, right now.
“Wow. You have really strong hands,” Cass mumbled. “I guess I should have said harder in the first place.”
And it was official—my hard-on was painful again. My hands skimmed up her sides before running back down to her ass. Her skin was like silk. I worked the muscles right at the curve of her ass before moving toward her hips. I ran my hands down her thighs next, working my way to her calves before sliding my hands up along the creamy skin of her inner thighs until I could feel the heat of her pussy.
She inhaled sharply and became very still, but she didn’t say anything. Smiling to myself, I moved back down to her calves, kneading the muscles until she whimpered. When I took the rose and began to caress the skin of her neck with the petals, she shivered. Aching as I imagined slipping into that tight heat from behind and feeling her silky pussy wrap around my dick, I bent down next to her.
“Did you enjoy your massage?”
She bolted upright, causing the sheet to fall around her hips. My eyes locked onto her creamy little tits, her nipples standing out, beckoning. Her eyes followed my gaze, and she yelped before grasping the sheet and dragging it up around her chest. With a smirk, I walked over and took the robe from the hook on the wall.
“How did you get in here?” she whispered fiercely.
“You’re registered at the hotel as my wife.”
“Oh my god,” she muttered.
I handed her the robe.
“Are you going to turn around?”
“I would prefer not to.”
“Are you always this difficult?” she huffed.
“I’m extremely accommodating in bed.”
She laughed and rolled her eyes before I faced the wall. When I turned around, she was wrapped in the robe and wearing the spa’s slippers.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
She looked around nervously.
“I have to go get my clothes and change.”
“Give me the key to the locker. I’ll have your things sent up.”
After a brief hesitation, she followed me to the door. I handed her the rose, which earned me a withering look. I walked ahead of her to the elevator, pressed the button, and then held out my hand when the doors slid open. Already standing on the elevator was a jowly middle-aged man wearing khakis, a blue polo, tassels on his shoes, and too much gold jewelry.
His eyes slithered across Cass’s body. He was easily four times her age—and something about his gaze triggered a memory of my father’s predatory stare. As the elevator began moving, Cass looked over at him, her cheeks coloring as his eyes raked over her. For a brief moment, I entertained a fantasy of grabbing his bad comb-over and smacking his head into the steel doors of the elevator. When he stepped off at the next floor, my muscles relaxed. This girl was definitely my grand karmic bitch slap.
Jealousy? Possessiveness? What the fuck? I was old enough to know better. What was it about her? Sure, I wanted to fuck her. In undergrad, my motto had been, “ No pussy left behind. ” Maybe I was getting old. Hell, in the past three years, I had seen half the guys I knew get married—happily or not. I was that guy they all said they envied.
Mayhem McDevitt , the eternal bachelor.
The type of man Cass Flynn looked at with scorn, mild amusement, lust, and trepidation. Sure, her willpower
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