Page 107 of I Can't Even

“All done,” she said as she helped me sit up. “Massage next?”

I all but melted at her words. “Massage next.”

She led me down a low-light hallway, and my breath started to come out choppy.

But before I could get too nervous, she turned left into a room that was well lit.

“All right,” she said as she pointed to the table. “Face down on the table. Belly goes into that hole right there. Do you want music?”

I thought about it, then shook my head. “Nah. I’m good with silence.”

She nodded once, and then said, “Diem will be in shortly.”

And she was.

Though, Diem’s hands were much more manly than I’d expected.

But since the entire spa was run by women, I wasn’t too worried.

I did start to get a little nervous when she started to find all of my knots, as if she’d done it multiple times before.

The massage was so good, so precisely what I needed, that I started to get suspicious.

It was only when the familiar wave of fingers along the tip of my buttocks swept over the dimples of my ass that I realized that there was a man on the premises after all.

“You’re totally fired,” I grumbled.

“Why?” Quaid asked.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” I questioned.

Then I groaned when he started to get into a particularly tight spot.

“Do you think I was born yesterday?” He chuckled. “Because I wasn’t. I was born thirty-plus years ago, and I know when you’re lying. I’ve been dealing with you too long not to know, Calamity.”

He had a point.

Still…

“I wanted to come here today because you’re smothering me,” I grumbled. “And today was a girl day with your family. I didn’t want to have any boys here.”

“They don’t know that I’m here,” he said. “Or that we’re going to be having a happy ending massage.”

I gasped when I felt his fingers dip a little lower.

“You’re actually going to follow through, Carter?” I challenged him.

He parted my thighs, and then I felt his mouth on my sex.

He spoke against my pussy, a laugh in his voice. “You had to get off bed rest first, Calamity.”

He was such a stickler for the rules.

If it’d been up to me, we’d have had sex two months ago.

“You’re supposed to be waiting until we’re married,” I tried.

He pulled away and bit my butt sharply, causing me to jolt. “You and I both know we got married four months ago in Arkansas, Calamity Carter.”

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