Page 49 of Fate Forever and Always

“What, are you afraid of me getting my hands on you again?” His smirk was devious.

I looked at him with a questioning stare. “Did you change this?” I asked.

“Not me, Sweets. I'm just here for the ride. I didn’t do any of the planning, remember?”

The brunette woman spoke again. “Sorry, ma’am. It says someone called and changed it. They asked for it to be our honeymoon package. For that package, we show you a few different types of massages, and then we leave you and your partner to do the rest.” She winked, and my stomach fluttered. I didn’t exactly hate the idea of Nick’s hands on me again, but I didn’t want to seem too eager.

I looked at Nick to ask if he was okay with this, but I knew he would be.

“I am here for the ride, Sweets; I will do whatever you say.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

When I looked back at the woman helping us, she was looking at Nick like he was a snack. A rush of jealousy ran through me.

I looked back at her with determination and pulled him into me. “It will be perfect. I can't wait to get my hands all over him.”

“Oh, really?” I heard Nick whisper.

I pinched his side without looking at him, and he winced.

Before leaving us alone in our private room, she explained to get undressed and lay down. She acted like we were idiots whodidn't know how a massage worked. I didn’t even acknowledge her snark before she left, because I was too busy thinking about Nick touching me again.

The memories of his hands all over me last night were turning me on all over again. My heart raced as arousal formed in my lower belly. I clenched my legs together to get some small amount of relief. I was pulled from my thoughts when I saw Nick staring at me.

Nick stood in the corner, just watching me. He removed all his clothes except his boxers, then covered himself with one of the robes. Just knowing he was practically naked made the blush continue to cover my body.

The masseuse knocked and came back into the room. I heard her voice mumbling words. My mind was so filled with anticipation that nothing else was processing. She showed Nick all the oils and lotions he could use, then moved to teaching him a few different massage techniques on my back, thighs, and calves. When her hands left me, I didn’t hear them talking for a moment. I looked over and she was whispering in his ear. I felt my cheeks get hot as a furious rage coursed through me. He laughed, breaking my thoughts.

“Oh, I definitely won’t have that problem with her, and that was wildly inappropriate, but thank you,” Nick retorted.

She leaned away, blushing, then nodded before saying, “I’m sorry.” She cleared her throat. “So, that’s everything. Do you have any questions, sir? This controls the lights and music.” She pointed to a switch on the wall by the door.

Nick was smiling from ear to ear, giving me a hungry look. “Nope, I have everything I need right here.” He looked back at her. “Thank you.”

I turned my face back into the little hole in the chair I was lying on. I heard the door shut. I was anticipating Nick's voice, but he didn’t speak just yet. The lights dimmed and some relaxingmusic started. I was just about to move when I felt his breath on my ear.

“Let me know if I hurt you, okay? Don’t forget to use your words.”

An instant flood of arousal hit me. I had no idea how I was going to get through this massage session without fucking him right here on this table.

He started at my ankles, lightly rubbing his fingers in soft circles. My body trembled at his touch. As he traveled up my leg, I felt myself getting more relaxed. He was kneading my calves with the perfect amount of pressure. Muscles I didn’t even know I had were relaxing under his touch.

“Is this okay?” Nick asked.

“Mmm, perfect.” It came out more like a moan than I intended.

His hands abruptly let go of my calf, and he leaned his body over mine. He groaned into my ear, “If you keep moaning like that, this is going to change directions very quickly.”

I felt my body flush and stayed quiet. His hands began traveling up my legs, and then he was kneading the back of my thighs right under my ass.

My ass was covered with a towel, and he kept slipping just under it.

“Can I remove this?” He flipped the corner of the towel, and I nodded.

He slapped my ass playfully over the towel. “Words, Sweets? Let me hear you say it's okay.”

I swallowed down the lump in my throat and pulled my head up to gaze at him. “Yes, remove the towel.”

He smiled and lifted the towel as I put my face back into the chair hole.

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