sighed.
“Come up here and I’ll rub your shoulders.”
She repositioned herself between my legs, resting her back against my stomach. I began to massage her neck, my fingers moving in deep circles into her skin as she moaned softly.
“I’ll fire my masseuse and just have you come by more often,” she muttered, tilting her neck.
I chuckled. “I’m pretty sure that’ll leave you sorer than before. You know how rough I get with you.” I licked her neck, just behind her ear.
“Keep talking like that and I’ll have to drag you down to the basement again.” She giggled.
We lay together submerged for more than an hour, only getting out once the water turned cold. Getting out, I took one of the towels sitting on the vanity and dried myself, before getting dressed.
Amalie slipped on a sheer robe and followed me out into the hall.
As we reached the door, she put her arms around my waist, her face tilting up to mine, our lips connecting. “’Night, Coop. See you soon.”
“Sweet dreams, Amalie,” I said, winking at her as I left.
Chapter Twelve
I got home from work after eleven, with just enough time for a shower before I had to meet the guys. I grabbed a clean towel and headed for the bathroom, locking the door behind me—something else I had to do to since Mia had moved in. I was so used to leaving the door wide open.
Not that I’d be upset if she saw me naked. It was nothing she hadn’t seen before, and part of me hoped that she wanted to see it again. She wasn’t home anyway, but knowing my luck she would arrive back halfway through my shower with a group of friends. Again, not that I’d complain…
After my shower I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked to my room. Fumbling through a pile of clothes that I thought were clean, I pulled out a pair of jeans that I hoped weren’t dirty, and my last clean shirt. I guess that made tomorrow laundry day. Dressing quickly, I inspected myself in the mirror. My hair was still damp enough that, after running my hand through it a few times, I was ready.
The bar the guys and I frequented the most was Adam’s Apple on Fourth. It was a five-minute walk for me, which came in handy when I wanted to have a few drinks. Even for a Friday night, it was loud and crowded. A mass of people surrounded the stage at the back where a band was playing.
“Coop! Over here!”
I spotted Pete and Sam at a table in the corner. Pete was on his feet waving at me like a dick. Laughing, I heading in their direction, ignoring the flirty smiles of several women on the way.
“How’s my man?” Pete shook my hand, patting my shoulder. He pushed a beer toward me. “Drink up, buddy. You’re already behind.”
“Yeah, well, some of us have to work,” I muttered, having a dig at him.
Pete could only be described as a professional student. The guy had been at college for the last seven years, and still had a year to go. And to think, if I’d followed my dream of medicine, that could’ve been me.
“Yeah, well, some of us wouldn’t call screwing hot women work,” he mimicked, jostling his shoulders. He laughed as his blond hair fell onto his face.
“Come on,” I scoffed. “You probably screw more women than I do.”
Pete liked nothing more than to spread himself around. He’d fuck anyone so long as they were remotely female—his words, not mine. My most memorable “Pete” story was from a few years back. I’d gotten a call at three in the morning. It was Pete, extremely drunk, and whispering from inside some girl’s bathroom. He’d asked me if it was wrong if the vagina in question used to be a penis. We never spoke of that call again, and to this day I still don’t know if he went there. But, knowing Pete, he probably did.
“Maybe true, but the difference is I don’t get paid for it,” he grumbled.
I rolled my eyes and turned to Sam. “How’s things with you?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, pretty good. Jessie is stressing about the wedding, but if I
“Come up here and I’ll rub your shoulders.”
She repositioned herself between my legs, resting her back against my stomach. I began to massage her neck, my fingers moving in deep circles into her skin as she moaned softly.
“I’ll fire my masseuse and just have you come by more often,” she muttered, tilting her neck.
I chuckled. “I’m pretty sure that’ll leave you sorer than before. You know how rough I get with you.” I licked her neck, just behind her ear.
“Keep talking like that and I’ll have to drag you down to the basement again.” She giggled.
We lay together submerged for more than an hour, only getting out once the water turned cold. Getting out, I took one of the towels sitting on the vanity and dried myself, before getting dressed.
Amalie slipped on a sheer robe and followed me out into the hall.
As we reached the door, she put her arms around my waist, her face tilting up to mine, our lips connecting. “’Night, Coop. See you soon.”
“Sweet dreams, Amalie,” I said, winking at her as I left.
Chapter Twelve
I got home from work after eleven, with just enough time for a shower before I had to meet the guys. I grabbed a clean towel and headed for the bathroom, locking the door behind me—something else I had to do to since Mia had moved in. I was so used to leaving the door wide open.
Not that I’d be upset if she saw me naked. It was nothing she hadn’t seen before, and part of me hoped that she wanted to see it again. She wasn’t home anyway, but knowing my luck she would arrive back halfway through my shower with a group of friends. Again, not that I’d complain…
After my shower I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked to my room. Fumbling through a pile of clothes that I thought were clean, I pulled out a pair of jeans that I hoped weren’t dirty, and my last clean shirt. I guess that made tomorrow laundry day. Dressing quickly, I inspected myself in the mirror. My hair was still damp enough that, after running my hand through it a few times, I was ready.
The bar the guys and I frequented the most was Adam’s Apple on Fourth. It was a five-minute walk for me, which came in handy when I wanted to have a few drinks. Even for a Friday night, it was loud and crowded. A mass of people surrounded the stage at the back where a band was playing.
“Coop! Over here!”
I spotted Pete and Sam at a table in the corner. Pete was on his feet waving at me like a dick. Laughing, I heading in their direction, ignoring the flirty smiles of several women on the way.
“How’s my man?” Pete shook my hand, patting my shoulder. He pushed a beer toward me. “Drink up, buddy. You’re already behind.”
“Yeah, well, some of us have to work,” I muttered, having a dig at him.
Pete could only be described as a professional student. The guy had been at college for the last seven years, and still had a year to go. And to think, if I’d followed my dream of medicine, that could’ve been me.
“Yeah, well, some of us wouldn’t call screwing hot women work,” he mimicked, jostling his shoulders. He laughed as his blond hair fell onto his face.
“Come on,” I scoffed. “You probably screw more women than I do.”
Pete liked nothing more than to spread himself around. He’d fuck anyone so long as they were remotely female—his words, not mine. My most memorable “Pete” story was from a few years back. I’d gotten a call at three in the morning. It was Pete, extremely drunk, and whispering from inside some girl’s bathroom. He’d asked me if it was wrong if the vagina in question used to be a penis. We never spoke of that call again, and to this day I still don’t know if he went there. But, knowing Pete, he probably did.
“Maybe true, but the difference is I don’t get paid for it,” he grumbled.
I rolled my eyes and turned to Sam. “How’s things with you?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, pretty good. Jessie is stressing about the wedding, but if I
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