Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
“Don’t be shy.” She pulled him through the door at the end of the hall.
He followed her into the massage room like a man walking to his own execution. She knew full well that he wasn’t getting naked on her table. He didn’t need a massage. A hot shower and some ice would do the trick. But he’d play along for a bit, let her feel around, then they’d head back to his place and—
“Hand him over.” She held out a hand.
“Huh?”
“Tinsel.”
He laughed at her stubborn refusal to let him name the cat. “You mean Rat?” He dug the kitten out of his hood, and it hissed with irritation. The little creature had been sound asleep.
She rolled her eyes as the little warrior caught her thumb with his tiny murder mittens. Unconcerned with the kitten’s fury, Wren carried him out of the room.
Greyson frowned with the concern of a helicopter parent. “What did you do with him?”
“He’s safe.”
His stare lingered on the door as she gently shut it.
“You can take off your coat and start undressing.”
“What’s that now?” His brows shot up.
“Are you really going to challenge me every step of the way?” She pressed her front to his and rose on her toes to brush a teasing kiss across his lips.
All reluctance shifted into complete agreeability the moment her mouth touched his. Her arms wound around his neck, and the tension in his body melted like ice in sunshine.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day.”
His cock had been maintaining a semi since dawn, but now it stood as a solid slab of granite. He kissed her again, a little more possessively and with a lot more hunger. When he pushed her back to the door, she giggled and turned her cheek, gently prying him off of her.
“Massage first. We don’t want that back injury disrupting any of your…extracurricular plans, Mr. Hawthorne.”
She had a point. He had planned numerous extracurricular activities for the near future. And he wanted his performance unhindered.
She patted his chest and slipped out of his hold. “Clothes off.”
Warm light glowed from a salt lamp in the corner. Something lavender-scented hung in the air like a gentle caress. The massage table looked harmless enough—until he thought about lying face-down on it naked—with a massive hardon.
The room felt smaller now, more intimate with the door closed and the soft lighting creating pools of shadow in the corners. Heat seemed to radiate from the table itself, and he could hear the gentle hum of whatever system kept the space warm and inviting.
While she busied herself at the counter, he stripped off his coat and adjusted his stubborn cock.
He took in the room and knew the layout well, since he built the damn thing, but the last time he stood in here it wasn’t painted and didn’t have all the plants and equipment set up.
Wren softly hummed and swayed her hips as she organized whatever she prepared over at the little sink. Did she have to be so damn sexy? His cock grew harder by the second.
He tried to think of everything that turned him off, but his mind blanked and his dick throbbed when her raspy voice teased through the silence like an erotic caress.
“Is it warm enough in here for you?”
He grunted as he cautiously watched her. She moved with quiet authority about the space, completely in her element.
When she dimmed the lights another notch and lit a candle, he knew he was fucked. Then she hit a switch on the wall, and tranquil music started to play over the sound of trickling water and thunder in the distance.
“You’re still dressed.” She rolled a fresh white towel into a bolster.
“I, uh, guess I’m a little nervous.” Was seducing a massage therapist legal if you already had seen them naked and brought them to orgasm? The professional boundaries blurred.
“There’s no need to be nervous. I’m a professional.” Her voice was gentle but clinical. “You’re going to lie face down with your head in the cradle, completely covered with a sheet.”
Did she honestly think nudity made him nervous? He was more worried about keeping control of his impulses and not throwing her over that table and fucking her hard into next week.
She’s still a virgin. She’s still a virgin. She’s still a virgin…
The reminder grounded him, but also reinforced how badly he wanted to get inside her. She wouldn’t be a virgin for long. And then he would forever own that part of her.
His.
His cock stiffened another inch as his throat tightened. “Wren—”
She silenced him with a kiss. “No more excuses, Grey. In here, I’m in charge.”
Christ, he would break his dick on that damn table. She tugged at his shirt and he caught her wrist. “I’ve got it.” If they proceeded, she couldn’t touch him.
How will that work, genius? Her hands will be all over you…