Page 110 of In Plain Sight

He grinned and pointed to the freezer. “How about you get the ice cream, and I’ll get the crumble.”

Still feeling way too emotional over a dessert, I got the ice cream out of his freezer and brought it to the counter as he pulled a square dish out of the oven. As soon as the door opened, the intoxicating scents of apples and cinnamon filled the small room.

As we dished out the desserts, I was hit with a sense of rightness at the domestic scene, and that sense stayed with me as we brought our food to the table and dug into the best crumble I’d ever had.

“That was so good,” I said when my plate was empty. “This is easily one of the best meals I’ve ever had.”

He put his fork down and leaned back in his chair. “The company was pretty great too.”

“It is.” Reaching out, I took his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. “How about you go relax for a minute and I’ll take care of the dishes.”

“I can’t let you clean up,” he said, lacing our fingers together.

“You cooked this incredible meal. The least I can do is put a few more dishes in the dishwasher.”

His smile melted into a mischievous grin. “Okay. You can take care of the dishes, then it’s time for part two of the night.”

“Part two?”

He didn’t say anything, just lifted our joined hands and pressed a kiss against my knuckles. “Yup.”

Tamping down my excitement, I cleared the dishes, then met him in the living room again.

“So, part two is in my room.” He chewed on his lower lip, his expression nervous again. “But it’s not… I knew I’d be really full after eating and?—”

“I get it, baby. I’m too full for sex too,” I said, hoping to put him at ease.

A smile replaced his nerves. “How’s your shoulder?”

“Shoulder?” I asked, not quite following the shift in conversation.

He took my hand and tugged me toward his room. “The one you hurt a few days ago.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” I said automatically. I’d twisted it the wrong way while lifting something. It still twinged a bit, but I was used to small aches and pains.

“Then how about a massage?” he asked, pushing the door to his room open.

“A massage?” I asked dumbly, staring at the towel he’d laid out on his bed.

“Yeah.” He grinned and closed the door behind us, his nerves gone again. “I thought I could give you a massage, help work out your shoulder and some of the tension from bending over cars all day.”

I had to swallow around the lump that formed in my throat. Our job wasn’t as physical as some trades, but backaches and sore necks were common at the end of a long week. I usually took care of things with a topical pain reliever and heat pads. A massage from Luka sounded downright luxurious.

“As long as I get to give you one,” I said, my voice husky.

“I think that can be arranged.” He started unbuttoning his shirt. “How about you take those clothes off for me and get on my bed?”

Trying to ignore my dick, who was very excited about getting to feel Luka’s hands on me, I stripped off my clothes, pausing when I was in just my underwear, the thin material not at all concealing my erection.

“Those too, if you want,” he said, waving his hands at my briefs. “Do you want me to leave mine on?”

“No, take them off,” I said, pushing mine down my hips so they puddled around my feet. My cock bobbed in front of me, but I ignored it and climbed onto the bed, laying on my stomach on the towel.

The bed dipped as Luka crawled onto it with me, then straddled my thighs. The heavy weight of him was almost as erotic as feeling his bare skin against mine.

Gentle hands brushed my hair back, sweeping it over to the side so it was off my neck. “Do you like the smell of vanilla?” he asked softly.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice gruff. I cleared my throat. “It’s one of my favorites.”

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