Page 110 of Role Model

Troy’s heart flipped. “Me too.”

The hot stone massage turned out to be far more enjoyable than the often painful deep tissue massages Troy got from the team therapist. It also had more loud, filthy moaning than Troy was used to. All of it from the table next to his, and all of it making it very difficult for Troy to relax.

“Unf. Why don’t I always have hot stones on my back?” Harris said, his words sleepy and slurred with pleasure.

Both of the massage therapists were laughing. Harris had barely shut up the entire massage. Troy had been mostly silent, since he was entirely focused on not getting a boner, but he was grinning into his face rest. He’d never expected to be so charmed by such an unrepentant goofball.

Lunch was served in a private room where they ate healthy and delicious grain bowls and drank fresh-pressed juice in their bathrobes. It felt decadent, even with the high nutritional value.

After lunch, they had some procedures that were as exciting to Troy as they were to Harris: facials, followed by manicures and pedicures. Troy had always taken care of his skin—he had often been roasted by Dallas Kent for his daily regimen when they’d roomed together. But Dallas’s forehead was always covered in helmet acne, so fuck him.

Again, Harris had all of the practitioners laughing while Troy sat silent, smiling as he continued to fall hard for the walking ray of sunshine he’d managed to snag for himself.

The day finished with one more soak in the hot tub, and then showers before putting their clothes back on.

“I hate wearing clothes,” Harris complained. “Now that I know how good a day spent in a bathrobe can be, clothes feel like prison.”

“It’s just until we get to the cabin,” Troy assured him. “We can order room service for dinner.”

Harris kissed him, then grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the change room. “This date keeps getting better.”

The new person at the front desk directed them to their cabin. It was a short, scenic walk through snow-covered evergreen trees to their tiny log cabin, and Harris loved it immediately.

“It’s so cute!” He squeezed Troy’s hand. “Too bad we’re going to destroy it.”

Troy chuckled. “Maybe I have other plans.”

“No way. You promised sex and naked eating.”

The cabin interior was even more charming than the outside. There was a woodstove in one corner, with a small stack of firewood next to it. A leather couch and chair faced it because there was no television. Harris was fine with that; he’d left his phone in a locker all day and he was happy to continue his break from screens.

There were cozy blankets neatly folded on the furniture, and a thick, soft rug in front of the stove. It was absurdly romantic.

Things got even more romantic in the bedroom. The bed had a welcome basket with chocolates, fresh fruit, an assortment of teas, and two of the spa robes rolled up. There was a bouquet of roses on the dresser, and an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne on the nightstand.

“Oh my god, I feel like a princess!” Harris started poking through the basket immediately. “Chocolate-covered strawberries!”

“It’s a bit much.”

“No, I love it. I’m going to feed these to you later.”

Troy stepped close behind him and kissed his neck. “I could eat now.”

Harris turned and kissed him. This time they let it linger, Troy tipping Harris’s head back slightly so he could kiss him as deeply and thoroughly as he’d been wanting to all day.

“Robes?” Harris said huskily when they broke apart.

“Robes,” Troy agreed.

Within twenty minutes, they had a fire built in the stove, and were lounging on the rug with flutes of cold champagne and a coffee table full of treats.

“All we need is a dog,” Harris mused.

“How would a dog make this better?”

“Dogs make everything better.”

Troy leaned in and kissed him as he ran a hand up Harris’s thigh, under the hem of the bathrobe. “Not everything,” he said in a low, seductive voice.

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