Page 61 of Bright Lights and Summer Nights

It shouldn’t turn me on to know we’re seconds away from being caught, but it does. I try to hide my moan when he moves again, forcing his cock as far into my mouth as I can possibly take him. This man doesn’t believe in being gentle, and it’s driving me wild. My clit throbs with need for him. Not even my own fingers circling the sensitive spot is providing relief.

Another knock fills the space around us, this time louder than the first. “Mr. Rhodes?” the voice calls on the other side. “It’s time for your couples massage.”

“I’ll be a minute!” Preston responds, his voice tight as I circle the head of his cock with my tongue.

“You’re ten minutes past your appointment time, sir.”

“Got it,” Preston clips.

“Do you have any idea of where Ms. Turner is? We want to make sure she knows about the massage as well.”

Preston laughs, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t miss it.”

It’s quiet on the other side of the door for a moment before someone speaks up again. “See you soon, Mr. Rhodes. We’ll be waiting.”

Preston’s grip loosens just enough to pull him from my mouth. I sit back on my heels, my heart racing at almost being caught. “Oh my god,” I manage to get out. “A poor spa attendant almost walked in on us.”

“He would’ve got quite the show,” he responds, not at all appearing worried that we were seconds away from being discovered.

His lips turn into a frown when I stand up. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Going to the massage before they come looking for us again…and actually open the door.”

He frowns, his hand wrapping around his cock. I feel bad—I know if I kept at it, I could’ve finished him off if we hadn’t been interrupted. “We’re not done.” His voice echoes off the stone walls of the sauna. It’s deep and intoxicating, caressing my skin without him having to touch me at all.

I bite my lip, excited for us to finish things. It’s already been so good with him, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet. Maybe it’s for the best that we were interrupted. We can rush back to the house after the massages and finish what we’ve started. “We’ll enjoy the massage and then make up an excuse to go back to the house for a bit.”

“Just a bit?”

I shrug, taking a step toward my discarded robe. My entire body feels like it’s on fire with need for him. “Or longer,” I suggest. “We just have to make it through the massage and you’re all mine.”

Finally, he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s more predatory—and becomes even more untamed when his eyes darken as I shrug the robe on.

“Just so we’re clear, if it were up to me, the massage would be forgotten about, and my cock would already be buried inside you.”

“Even if someone could walk in at any minute?”

“I don’t give a shit about that. Not when all I can think about is fucking you.”

I pick up the tie for my robe off the ground. My mind flashes with how it wasn’t too long ago when it was tied around my wrists as Preston gave me the best orgasm of my life. The back of my neck heats with the memory as I tie the rope around my waist as tight as I can manage. “I can’t stop thinking about that either. After the couples massage, I’m all yours.”

“I’ve never dreaded having to go to a massage more,” he tosses out, picking his towel off the floor. His movements are jerky as he ties it around his waist. I try not to smile at the small tantrum he’s throwing at being interrupted. It’s kind of hot.

“Really?” I ask, pretending to be completely unbothered by the fact we didn’t get to finish what we started. He doesn’t have to know that my body throbs in desperation for him…for another release. “I’ve never had a couples massage before. I’m ready for it.”

I slide my slippers back on and carefully open the door, making sure to peek out and make sure no one is in the hallway. I scurry out of there and try to play it cool. If someone were to walk down the hallway now, they wouldn’t know I was in the same sauna as Preston. I could’ve come from any of them. Even though I’m tempted to, I don’t even look behind me to see if Preston follows me.

Luckily, I paid attention earlier when the spa attendant told me where the massages were. I scan the doors, finding both Preston’s and my name written on one of them. Slowly, I push the door open and find two massage therapists waiting inside.

“You must be Emma,” one of them says. I recognize his voice from outside the sauna.

“Yes.”

“I’m Lowry.” I try not to blush as he holds his hand out for me to shake. I timidly take his hand in mine right as Preston opens the door, his eyes immediately focusing on Lowry’s hand around mine.

“Nice to meet you,” I squeak, unable to look away from Preston’s angry glare.

“And I’m Hannah,” the other massage therapist says, holding her hand out for me to take. I’m able to meet her eyes better than I was meeting Lowry’s, only because I know Lowry was close to finding me in a very interesting position.

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