Page 85 of Gin and Lava

“I take my boxers off? Seriously? Or is this a special Mason-was-acting-nice thing?”

“Off,” I instruct. “Haven’t you had a professional massage before?”

“No,” he admits. “I don’t pay for that kind of stuff.”

“Really?” I admonish. “You seem exactly like the kind of person who would pay someone to massage you naked.”

“Well, maybe I will after today, Tate,” he says, pulling off one sock and then the other, before motioning for me to turn around.

“Feeling shy?” I ask, giving him the courtesy of obliging his request.

“I’m trying to act professional, so you don’t chicken out.”

“Professional? You?”

“Hey, you’re the one who massages people naked for a living.”

“To pay my bills,” I point out. “And my mother’s.”

“Which is super fucking hot.”

I hear him climb up on the massage table and get situated. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

“When will I be ready for your hands on my body?” he teases. “You already know the answer to that question.”

“Do I?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

I smile and turn around. Mason’s under the sheet, face down, without his ass out, like I expected.

“Always,” I say dryly. “You always want my hands on your body.”

Mason tilts his head to me with a smile. “Damn right, I do.”

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MASON

I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Oil + Naomi’s hands + my naked body + whatever stress Naomi’s working out by massaging me = a gift from the Viking Gods of Plenty, cause shiiiiit this feels good.

Trifecta threw her off her game and my lower back is reaping the rewards. Naomi’s oil covered hands are one more reason Trifecta is a douche; who gives up free massages from a Viking Princess?

Fuck that asshole.

And fuck him for getting into her head. I know he did. Hell, he’s in my head, too—right now—which is the last thing I want in the middle of a naked-me-and-Naomi’s-hands sandwich.

This girl is way too good for him.

And her friends.

Naomi goes out of her way to set them up at her aunt’s beach house, and do they say anything when Trifecta skewers her with a look and walks out? He made her feel like dirt, and none of them noticed.

Naomi digs into my lower back.

“Fuuuuuuck, that feels sinful!” I groan.

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