Page 67 of Friends With Benefits

“We should go shower now,” she murmured. “As nice as this was, we don’t want to spend all night here.”

He smiled his agreement and helped her blow the candles out before they went upstairs. She turned on lights as they went, only enough for them to see where they were going, until they arrived in the treatment room. Tiny pot lights around the perimeter of the room provided warm, subdued lighting. She turned on the water to let it heat up and reached for two thick towels from a shelf.

She must have planned ahead for this, too, because a bottle of some kind of aromatherapy shower gel sat in the shower. She dumped some into her hands and spread it over his chest, his shoulders, her hands sliding easily over him with the thick, smooth liquid. The scent alone was arousing, but her hands slick on his body almost undid him.

“My turn,” he groaned, grabbing the bottle, and he washed her, too, over smooth curves and dips. Her head fell back with enjoyment, and he slid his fingers between her legs.

“Yes,” she whispered, the water showering warmly down on them. He moved his fingers there, caressing, stroking. She grabbed the bottle of gel and dumped more into his hand so they didn’t lose the slickness of the gel in the water spraying down on them. Then she came, and he had to hold her up as her legs threatened to give way.

He lowered her onto the marble bench, a shower head in the wall behind her keeping her wet and warm.

She opened her eyes, deep blue and framed with spiky wet lashes, She reached again for the bottle, poured gel into her hands, took his hard cock in her hands and stroked, the gel lubricating him and intensifying the sensations until he thought he might burst.

“Harder,” he muttered, bracing his arms on the wall, muscles and tendons taut. She increased the pressure and he felt the tingle starting, building. His head dropped back, he gritted his teeth as his orgasm erupted through him, almost as intense as the one she’d drawn from him downstairs. His hot semen spilled over her hands, the water washing it away as her hands slowed and gentled on him.

He collapsed on the bench beside her, and pulled her against him, burying his face in her wet hair.

“Okay, you have succeeded,” he wheezed, sucking air into his lungs.

“Succeeded at what?” she asked lazily, curling into him.

“You have made me your love slave. I know that was your intention. You’ve used some magic karma or something.”

She giggled and stroked his wet chest. “The only problem is, I seem to have succumbed to the same magic charm because I think I’m your slave too. Whatever you want, whenever you want.”

Her words sent a shiver through his exhausted, sated body and he wasn’t entirely sure if it was fear or excitement…or both.

***

Hailey called as soon as she and Miguel were back from their honeymoon in Paris, inviting Kerri and Mitch and some other friends over to see their pictures and all the clothes she had bought.

They went over Saturday night and Kerri hugged her friend. “I missed you.”

“How are things with Mitch?” Hailey asked urgently. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you two the whole time.”

“Hopefully not the whole time.” Kerri smiled. “Youwereon your honeymoon, after all.”

Hailey waved a hand. “Miguel and I have been together for six years.” Then she grinned. “Okay, I wasn’t thinking about you thewholetime.”

“Things are awesome,” Kerri said dreamily. “I love him so much.”

Hailey’s eyes widened. “Whoa! Have you told him that?”

She nodded happily. “Yeah. He loves me too. I can’t believe this is happening.”

Hailey looked at her, shaking her head almost as if she couldn’t believe it herself, but smiling. “Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow.”

They joined the others and pored over all the pictures Hailey and Miguel had taken displayed on Miguel’s laptop.

“It looks so beautiful,” Kerri said with a sigh. “You’re so lucky.”

“Also lucky to be a teacher and have two months of holidays in the summer,” Mitch said.

“I know,” Hailey answered. “Back to school next week, though. Classes don’t start until the week after, but I have to go in and get things ready. I can’t believe summer’s almost over.”

“It’s been a great summer,” Kerri said with another happy sigh and exchanged a smile with Mitch.

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