Page 87 of Gin and Lava

“I'm just trying to gage where this evening is going.”

“The massage is supposed to relax you.”

I grunt. “I’m not sure that’s what it’s doing.”

“Oh yeah?” Naomi’s tone is teasing, her fingers dragging up and down my thigh like she knows exactly where all the blood in my body is headed. The oil on her hands is sensual and slick, stroking my muscles in such a way that—fuck, of course, I’m wondering what she’d do with my dick.

Her hands slide down my legs to my feet, and she digs into the pad of my foot making me groan viciously.

“You want to flip over so I can do the rest?” she asks.

Flip over? I mean, I knew that was going to happen, but—

Whatever.

I turn to my side and snag the sheet, making sure it covers the front of me. It’s not like she should be surprised by what she’s about to see. She knew what her hands were doing.

“Ta da!” I say with a flourish as I move onto my back, the flimsy sheet doing little to hide my massive erection.

Naomi’s eyes go wide as she takes in the large tent at my midsection.

Yes, I’m super fucking hard. Hello! The Viking Princess was massaging my naked body—my naked ass more accurately. In fact, she was basically grazing my balls like an eager goddess who’s desperate to climb on top of this table and show me how she tames the ocean.

Naomi bites her lip, eyeing my surprise. “I know you were joking with that little ta-da comment,” Naomi says. “But sometimes your cock seems like a magic trick.”

“Cause it's so big?” I sass.

Naomi stares at the peaked sheet like it’s something truly wondrous. “Yes,” she admits. “It shouldn't surprise me every time, and yet …”

Damn! This girl is going to give me an ego.

“You should get used to seeing it when I'm around you,” I assert. “Especially when you're touching me with your hands like I'm a prize bull.”

“A bull, huh?” Naomi teases, her eyes hazy. Her hands reach for my leg, digging into my calf and moving upwards. She forgets the foot massage and goes directly for the thick muscle of my thigh, her fingers venturing close to what that sheet hides.

“This bull would be more than happy for you to give him a fabled happy ending,” I say brashly, not sure she’ll go there, but I have to try.

“You—Mason—want a happy ending?” Naomi sasses, her eyes flashing at me with a sexy mischievousness. “How out of character for you!”

“What can I say? I—”

Only Naomi pulls the privacy sheet off my waist and tosses it on the floor.

My cock towers on full view—thick and erect. If I wasn’t as hard as I already am, I’d be full throttle with the way Naomi’s biting her lip.

“Fuck, Tate!” I curse as my not-so-innocent Viking Princess stares. “Are you teasing me or yourself, looking at me like that?”

“Definitely me,” Naomi says with a whimper, her voice laced with desire. And before I can respond, her hand wraps around my shaft.

“Oh, Princess!” I growl, as she strokes me wickedly, my nerve endings shooting off fireworks.

“If you tell anyone I gave you a happy ending—” Naomi warns, sliding her oiled hand up and down. “I swear, I'll never touch you again.”

My mouth hangs open with erotic heat, my eyelids heavy as she works me. “My … my … my lips—” It feels too fucking good to talk. I make a half-assed gesture to indicate my lips are sealed as I lay my head back to savor her full assault.

“They better be,” Naomi growls, her smile twitching deviously. “Speaking of lips …” She flashes me a naughty look, before parting her lips and bending forward.

“Oh fuck!”

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