Page 116 of See You at the Finish Line

“Get your fine ass to the bedroom right now. I’ll be up in a minute.”

“I’m already up.” I wink and dodge the towel she flicks in my direction.

I race to our room, stripping as I go. When Paige walks in she finds me lying on my stomach, naked, the room dimmed and candles lit everywhere.

“Someone’s excited,” she says, chuckling. The sound is the best music. I want to record it so I can listen to it anytime I want.

“Oh, you have no idea,” I mumble into the pillow.

“There’s one thing you need to know,” she says sternly. I prop myself up to take her in as she strips out of her clothes. The candlelight illuminates her body, casting her in a golden glow.

“What’s that?”

“This massage is going to be different from what everyone else gets. I plan on being anything but professional with you.” Her brown eyes twinkle in the flickering light.

I grow impossibly hard. “I can live with that.”

I lay my head back down. When her naked body straddles me from behind, I start to doubt whether I’m going to be able to relax during this massage. But then she puts lotion or oil on her hands and I’m gone, lost to the careful balance of firm pressure and light kneading. She pushes and pulls my muscles, not just with her hands but with her arms.

My favourite, though? My favourite is when she drags her entire body over me, pressing me into the mattress and dragging her teeth and lips down the skin she massages.

She works my body until it’s completely pliable under her. I know she’s giving me extra-special treatment, but I can see why the others called her hands magic. When she’s not touching me like she wants me to come all over the sheets, her hands move expertly, finding the exact spots that need care and drawing the tension from my body.

I can’t help the moans that escape me when she finds a new spot. I don’t even realize I’m sore there until she does whatever she does with her hands. I feel the stress leave my soul. My goddamn soul.

When I try to touch her, she pins my arms to the side, only letting me work her with my fingers as she sits on my hand while massaging my arms. It’s so hot I can’t think straight. She’s wet and warm and her soft breathy moans tell me she’s just as turned on as I am.

I slide my two middle fingers into her slowly, the heel of my palm pressing against her clit. Her breath hitches but she continues rubbing and massaging. How am I so relaxed and so incredibly turned on at the same time? It’s magic. She’s magic.

She plays my body like a damn violin. I have no idea how much time has passed, but then she flips me over and works on my legs, reaching up and up.

“I think I missed a spot,” she whispers, breaking the silence.

Before I can even ask, I feel the warmth of her mouth. I exhale loudly as she takes me deep, her tongue swirling at the top when she removes herself. I start to protest but then she shifts and sinks onto me. I hiss at the unexpected pleasure that jolts through my spine.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I think you broke me.” I try to grab her hips to help her move but she leans forward, taking my hands and securing them behind my head.

This new position lets me go deeper and I buck my hips in time with her movements. She bends over, her breast lining up with my mouth. As I stick my tongue out and lick her nipple, her core clenches around me and I am not long for this world.

She increases her pace, one of her hands moving to play with her clit. I watch as she takes her pleasure.

Her face turns to the ceiling as she comes undone. I hold out until she’s finished, and then I don’t care that she hasn’t let me touch her this whole time.

I wrench my hands out of her grasp, gripping her hips as I move inside her. She rides me as she comes again and I fall apart beneath her with a groan, her name on my lips, my body boneless when I come down from my high.

Adam takes the knifefrom my hands before I can do any more serious damage. I’ve already sliced myself twice trying to cut the pickles. He brings my hand to his mouth, placing a kiss on my palm after he slips the handle from me.

I’m nervous. His whole family is coming over and from what he’s told me, tension is high with his dad.

“Okay, Liam is the oldest, then Simon, you, and Isabel. Liam the ophthalmologist is married to Dana, who is pregnant, and psychologist Simon’s husband is Jake and they have a four-year-old daughter, Rose. Isabel is a fierce defence attorney, and you have no idea who she’s dating.”

Adam places the knife down and rinses his hands, drying them before bringing them to cup my face.

“Paige, you’re going to be fine.”

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve met a boyfriend’s family?”

Adam’s brow creases as his stare burrows into me.

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