Page 48 of Closer

“Make me.”

She reaches over, smacking my arm, and I catch her hand, bringing it to my lips.

“Please try to remain still,” the masseuse says.

I release Lil with a wink, settling back onto the table. “Sorry. I’ll be good.”

We let the music and the slide of oiled hands lull us into hazy contentment. It’s a poor substitute for what I really want, but it’ll have to do.

For now.

Before I know it, the masseuses are finishing up, wiping the excess oil from our skin.

“Please take your time getting up. Water and robes are outside. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

They slip out, leaving us boneless and glowing on the tables.

I sit up slowly, rolling my shoulders. “We could do this more often.”

Lil does the same, clutching the sheet to her chest like a shield. “So, what now? Dinner?”

“Not for another hour or so. I was thinking we could check out the pool. Maybe go for a swim.”

“I didn’t bring a suit.”

My grin widens. “Who said anything about suits?”

“We can’t.”

“Why not? There’s no one else around.” I made sure of that.

“We could go up and grab them?”

I close the distance between us, catching her chin between my fingers and tipping her face up to mine. “Isn’t skinny dipping on that bucket list of yours?”

I catch a flicker of interest in her eyes before she shuts it down. “What if we get caught?”

So she didn’t do it yet with someone else. That’s good to know.

“We won’t. Trust me,” I say.

“Fine.”

3:1. This is going… “Perfect. You don’t even have to worry about sand in certain places.”

“Yeah.” She wraps herself in the robe. “Because nothing is going to happen.”

We’ll see about that.

I put on my robe and take her hand, tugging her out of the massage room and down the hall to the pool area hidden away in a secluded corner of the resort. The air is humid, and the pool itself is massive, ringed by potted palms and plush lounge chairs. Steam rises from the heated water, beckoning.

I turn to face her, my fingers finding the knot of her robe. “Ready?”

She nods, her eyes locked on mine.

I slowly untie her robe, letting the fabric drop from her shoulders. My breath catches. Fuck, she’s stunning. All smooth skin and soft curves.

This is going to be one hell of a weekend. And by the end of it, I’ll have her back in my arms where she belongs. No matter what it takes.

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