Page 80 of Could Have Been Us
“Can we go now? I think you’ve had your revenge.”
Stella snorts. “Not a chance in hell. We have a lot more research to do.”
“You can do it, I’ll wait in the car.”
I start to get up, and she rushes in front of me. “Jack, wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. I didn’t know which order we were doing things or I would’ve warned you—more emphatically. Just think,” she says with a soft lift in her voice, “you probably made her day with her surprise.”
Stella’s arms rest on my shoulders, fingers toying with the hair on the back of my neck. “I’m pretty sure Kami turned purple.”
She smiles awkwardly, obviously trying to stop herself from laughing again. “I really did want this to be fun for us. I love coming to the spa and wanted us to relax and be lost together. Please don’t go. Not before we have our couple’s massage. I swear it’ll be amazing and relaxing with no horrifying surprises.”
I sigh deeply. This woman has me whipped already. I can’t and don’t want to say no to her. Seeing her like this, after years of imagining this as a reality, has me tied up. For her.
Always her.
If she asked me to walk across hot coals, I would. Asking me to do this is nothing.
Even if Kami got a peep show she didn’t ask for.
“Only a massage,” I warn.
“Okay,” she agrees far too quickly.
“I’m serious.”
“I know. I’ll cancel the waxing appointment.”
“What?” I try to step back, but she clings tighter to me.
“I’m kidding. Kind of. I mean . . . I thought we could wax your balls or something, but I see now that was a bad idea.”
Is she fucking insane?
I don’t speak because I can’t guarantee that what would come out would be coherent or kind.
Stella shifts, and the tops of her breasts peek out of her robe. “I wouldn’t have made you do it. It was just a fun way to torture you.”
“This is torture. You being in a room with me alone, practically fucking naked, while I can’t touch you.”
“Well, I’m always naked under my clothes.”
I laugh. “Believe me, love. I know.”
Each time I see her, it’s an exercise in restraint not to rip her clothes off and make her scream my name.
It’s like a dam that’s been broken, the water rushing toward me that speaks her name.
She consumes my thoughts, and I’m not strong enough to resist her.
Two different spa employees enter. “I’m Jodi and this is Amy, we are your massage therapists for today. I’ll be working on you Jack,” Jodi says.
Seems Kami has left me.
“And I’ll be your therapist.” Amy smiles at Stella. “Are you both ready to go in?”
Stella’s brown eyes lock onto mine. “Will you do the massage with me?”
I sigh in resignation. “Yes. I’ll do the massage.”
