Page 86 of Gin and Lava

“That's called relaxation,” Naomi replies, digging her Goddess-of-Thunder thumbs into my spine in a way that makes me think I might come.

“No, I think it's called hot-girl's-hands-all-over-my-naked-body,” I reply, now knowing the true effect of her profession. I didn’t realize I could pay for a Viking Princess to beat me with her warrior hands—though this one’s extra intense because she’s pissed off at Trifecta.

“You're wearing a sheet,” Naomi points out in regard to my naked comment, grinding her fingers into the muscles of my upper arms and making me praise Odin.

“I'm not wearing this sheet like a toga,” I specify, because let’s be real, that flimsy sheet is nothing more than a folded nicety to cover my butt. “That sheet is just waiting for you to crawl under it and ask me to fuck.”

“You'll turn anything into sex, won’t you?”

“You say that like it's a bad thing.” She presses her thumbs into my shoulder so damn hard, I howl.

“Mason, you turning everything into sex is a fact at this point,” she says dryly, the rabid noise that just escaped me not even phasing her.

“You either do or do not do, Princess,” I say proudly, quoting Yoda. “There is no try.”

“As far as I remember, you spent a lot of timetryingto get into my pants,” Naomi throws back.

“No,” I correct, pausing to moan as she does whatever voo-doo ju-jit-su magic she’s doing on my back. “I didnotdo. Our interactions were no sex, no sex, no sex, until we were in your truck and you were Jedi-mastering my cock. There’s noalmostfucking between us, Naomi. We’re either fucking, or we’re not.”

“Okay, then presently,” Naomi says, leaning her head close to my ear, before boring her thumb into my rib. “We arenotfucking, Master Haas.”

I gasp—her hands really do belong to Thor.

“Fact,” I agree. “But Princess, that doesn’t stop me from imagining the things you’d do to my body if you used those hands while riding my light saber.”

“Oh? Your cock is a Jedi weapon now?”

“I’m certain it could bring you to your knees in the right situation,” I reply cheekily, and she laughs.

“Stop talking, Mason, and relax,” Naomi chides, burrowing her fingers so deep into my muscles I think there are parts of me that have never known human hands.

I try to relax into the erotic pain, but after a series of downright filthy noises escape my mouth, I have to ask, “In all seriousness, how many times have you had clients flip over to reveal they have massive erections?”

“Mason!”

“It's happened though, right?” I laugh into the round pillow that holds my face. “You can't tell me it's never happened.”

Naomi moves to my legs, starting to massage my thighs, not realizing that’s exactly the kind of touch that’s going to make my cock stiffen.

“Seriously?” I ask to distract myself. “You, your hands, your clients naked … that's a recipe for dirty thoughts.”

“That's how Esme and Desmond got together. Did you know that?” Naomi asks.

I know that Naomi’s hands are dangerously close to my ass—and I’m loving every second of it.

"You’re telling me Esme gave Desmond a happy ending?” I ask, jealous. “Damn, it's good to be famous!"

"No!” Naomi reprimands. “This is Esme we're talking about. She'd never do a thing like that. But you have a point about the situation. Desmond was aroused.”

"Duh!" I groan again as her hands continue to make that point for me. “You realize you’re practically massaging my butt right now?”

“Practically, huh?” she echoes, pulling her hands off me and folding the sheet back so half of my ass is exposed.Dirty girl!I lift my head with a smirk and peek back at her, watching her hands cover my bare butt cheek and go in for the deep tissue massage.

“Is this anormalpart of your massage repertoire?” I bait, and Naomi looks up, her face flushing. It’s definitely not. But her blush doesn’t stop her from continuing. In fact, I think it spurs her on because her fingers get dangerously close to my balls. “Uh huh?” I tease, putting my face back in the pillow and relishing the way her fingers dig into my glutes. “So Esme isn’t the type of girl to give a dude a happy-knob-job under the sheet, but what about you, Tate? Have you ever broken the rules?”

Naomi laughs, replacing the sheet and moving to the other side of my body to do the other leg, thigh, and butt cheek. Vikings in Heaven, I can’t stop moaning.

“Are you implying that Esme's sweet and I'm shady?” Naomi asks.

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