Page 108 of Role Model

“Oh my god,” Harris squeaked.

“Okay, so the thing is—”

“Oh my god. I have dreamed of coming to this place.”

Troy pressed his lips together to keep from laughing at Harris’s excitement as he took in the stunning interior of the main lodge. “I was only able to book it on short notice because someone canceled, so I had to book the same package they had.”

“Unless it was the You Have to go Home Immediately package, I don’t care.”

“It’s the Lovebird Getaway. So it might be a bit...much.”

Harris’s eyes went even wider. “Is this our honeymoon?”

Troy elbowed him. “Calm down.”

He went to the desk and got them checked in. The woman working there turned out to be the same woman he’d spoken to on the phone, Cora.

“Our last-minute lovebirds,” she said warmly in her Quebecois accent. “You can leave your bags here, and we will bring them to your cabin. Just take your bathing suits out first, and you will start your day with a soak in our hot tub.”

Harris was bouncing on his toes, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. As a pro athlete, hot tubs, saunas and steam rooms were an almost daily necessity for Troy, but he had a feeling this would be a more enjoyable soaking experience than most.

They were led to a change room with lockers and left alone to put on their bathing suits. “So far this is a lot like a typical day at work,” Troy said. “Hot tub, locker room.”

“So far this is the best day of my life, so shush.”

One thing that was different about this locker room and the ones Troy was normally in was that this time he openly ogled the man who was undressing next to him.

“Already?” Harris teased when he noticed Troy’s semi-erect cock.

“I missed you.”

Harris pulled his swim trunks up, then wrapped his arms around Troy’s neck. “I missed you too.” He kissed him, and Troy wondered how important it was that they did any of the spa treatments. The cabin had a bed that could probably provide all the relaxation and rejuvenation Troy needed.

But Harris looked so damn happy. And adorable, now that he was bundling himself into the fluffy white bathrobe the spa had provided.

There were some medical forms that they both needed to fill out. Troy finished his quickly, and it occurred to him that Harris might have more boxes to check.

“There’s nothing here that’s unsafe for you, is there?” Troy asked.

“Not unless we’re skydiving.”

Troy huffed. “God, I hope not.”

Harris kissed him quickly on the cheek. “I think I’m safe then. I need to be careful about the hot tub, but I’m fine with them if I don’t stay in too long. Let’s go get pampered!”

The hot tub room was fancy as hell. The tub itself was the size of a small swimming pool, recessed into the dark granite floor. The lighting was dim and dramatic, and soft music reverberated off the stone walls.

“Wow,” Harris whispered. “I feel like I’m in ancient Rome.”

“Yeah. This is not my usual hot tub.”

They removed their robes and stepped into the hot water. Harris moaned as soon as he got himself seated, the echo of it bouncing off the walls. “Oh man. This is the best.”

Troy grinned and sat next to him in the same corner. “Soaking in hot water rules.”

“Mm.” Harris closed his eyes and tipped his head back. “My body isn’t going to know what hit it. I never treat it this well.”

“You work too hard.”

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