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“You’re funny and smart and”—he kissed me gently—“interesting and unexpected and”—another kiss, longer—“passionate and perceptive.” His voice lowered as he continued. “I know fashion is your thing. I knew that when I met you. But you’re so effortlesslysexy. Your style, your personality, your conversation, your look, every fucking thing.”

My stomach fluttered. “Like I said, you’re a good judge of character.”

The serene quietness of the room was broken by his hearty chuckle.

“And that concludes your mud treatment,” Byron announced, entering the room.

“We hope you have enjoyed your time to replenish,” Tessa added, motioning for us to follow. “Now that you’ve relaxed your mind, come with us so you can relax your body.”

We got up and followed the pair into a different part of the building. Soft ambient music coupled with dim lighting created a relaxing atmosphere in the massage room. The white marble flooring shone with fresh wax and white musk scented the air. Sheer white panels of drapery decorated the wall and ceiling, softly hanging above two white chairs. The two tables were side by side, with a couple of feet between them. The mirror-lined wall made it appear as though the room went on forever.

Looking around, I took in the environment. A small smile played on my lips as we were introduced to our masseuses. I wasn’t sure if it was just me, but the room was both sterile and sexy at the same time. After being instructed to undress and get under the sheet, we were left alone.

We took off our robes, and while I was hanging mine up, Russ came up behind me.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he slid his hands over my belly and pressed himself against my back.

He ogled me. “Enjoying the view.”

I reached back and grabbed his neck, bringing his head lower. “The view is nice.”

“It’s perfect.” His fingers brushed my nipples before he cupped my breasts.

Staring at our reflection in the mirror, there was no denying how good we looked together. I wasn’t just focused on the physical either. It was the intimacy, the energy, and the comfortabilitybetween us that looked good. But more than that, everything between us felt good.

He kissed my cheek and then my neck. “What’s on your mind?”

Turning around, I pushed up on my toes and gave him a soft peck against his lips. “How long until your hard dick is in me.”

With a grin, Russ squeezed me tight. “After our massage, I promise—”

The knock at the door startled us apart.

Snickering, we ran over to our tables and covered ourselves up. By the time the door opened, we’d just barely gotten situated.

“Ready to begin?” the masseuse asked.

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“Russ!” I screamed his name as his fingers dug into my thick thighs.

“Tell me again,” he grunted forcefully.

“It’s yours. Oh my God, it’s yours.” My body shuddered as another intense orgasm ripped through me. “Ohmigod.”

“Fuck,” he swore as I clamped down around him.

He felt like he was deeper than ever and the growl that came out of him sent a tingle down my spine. I felt hornier, wetter, as I ground against him. The dick had never felt so good. I didn’t even think I could come again, but I was chasing it. He must’ve felt what I felt because the way he started fucking me was reckless. His long, deep strokes were coming faster and faster, as if he was losing control.

“Wait,” he groaned hoarsely as I locked my legs around his waist to pull him closer.

I opened my eyes just in time to see his handsome face contort as he stiffened. With three violent jolts, he grunted through his release.

It was sexy as hell.

The sunlight poured into the room, casting a glow behind his muscular frame. His chest heaved and his biceps flexed. Just looking at him in the aftermath of his orgasm caused me to clench.

Breathing heavily, he fell forward, caging me with his arms. “Shit,” he breathed before covering my mouth with his.

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