Page 57 of Saddled in Secrets
“Did you sleep okay?”
She shrugs. “Not really. I actually woke up really early. The mattress is softer than I’m used to. My lower back locked up. Did some yoga to loosen the strain. That helped, but a few specific exercises from physical therapy really eased the ache. After that, I texted Paisley and gave her the address. Listened to a chapter of my audiobook. Worked on the ear muffs for Luna. Then I called my dad. He wasn’t at all surprised to hear you snatched me against my will.”
I’m nodding along, but one part of her rambled recollection strikes deeper. “That’s unacceptable.”
“Which part?”
“The shitty bed.”
She waves that off as I grab my phone. “It’s okay. I’ve had much worse in very fancy hotels.”
“You shouldn’t have to deal with that here.”
“I’ll get used to it.”
Like hell she will. My bratty princess doesn’t suffer for a second if I can help it. She’ll be in better shape tonight, but that doesn’t fix the immediate problem.
“What can I do for you?” Or to her, if she’ll allow it.
The smile she gives me is soft. “I’m really okay.”
“Can I give you a massage?”
“Is that a serious question?” Bianca is already turning around, giving me access to her crooked spine.
My palms loom for a moment, deciding where to land. I choose to focus on the lower section. When my fingers dig in, she trembles and rewards me with a loud whine.
“Yessss, right there.” Her body goes lax, slouching against the chair for support.
My hands wander lower, rubbing into the tough spots at the base of her spine. The noise she expels lets me know I’ve hit the spot. Bianca is limper than a cooked noodle, allowing me to have my way with her.
“Don’t stop,” she groans.
“Never,” I murmur under my breath.
“Seriously,” her voice is hoarse. “How are you an expert at everything?”
“I’m very determined.” Which I prove by changing tactics, kneading into her muscles.
“Harder,” she demands.
My fingers are quick to comply. It would be better with oil against bare skin, but this is progress regardless. She’s letting me care for her. Willingly. That’s a privilege I’ll gladly accept.
Bianca shudders in my grip, prompting me to keep going. Arousal flushes my skin the longer I work her over. There’s no hiding what her sounds are doing to my dick. And then she wiggles her ass as if that’s going to offer relief. When she releases an especially sultry wheeze, I rip my hands off her shoulders asif she burned me. It’s not far from the truth. Her throaty moans are trying to incinerate my willpower.
“Don’t you dare.” She shoves backward, nudging my cock in the process.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” I rasp.
As if proving a point, she grinds into me again. “I’m just trying to get at the kinks.”
“More like expose mine.”
Bianca glances at me over her shoulder. “Give it to me, big guy.”
“You’re not ready.” But I resume massaging her pain away.
She watches me as I focus on her needs. “You’re doing most of the right things, but it needs to be my choice.”
