Текст книги "Major Misconduct"

Автор книги: Kelly Jamieson

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Chapter 19

As often happened, the sex was fast and hard and dirty. Marc was hot for Lovey and she seemed to feel the same, her hands everywhere, sexy little whimpers of need slipping from her lips. They rolled around on his bed fully clothed for a while, making out with heated need, then hands burrowing beneath clothes to find skin.

“Missed you,” she panted. “All week. Too long…”

“Yeah. Me too.” He licked her lips, nipped at her bottom one. “Want you so bad, Lovey.” Her name felt like an endearment. He liked it. A lot.

“Want you too. God, so much.”

When he pulled off the sweater she wore, revealing her black lace bra, he went still. “Wow,” he choked out. “That is hot.”

“Thank you. I just bought it today. I was rewarding myself for how hard I’ve been working.”

“I think you’re rewarding me,” he said with heartfelt appreciation. “Let’s see…” He undid her jeans and peeled them down her thighs. “Yes. Matching panties. Sweet.” He got rid of the jeans, leaving her in underwear and thick socks. “These have to go.” He tugged off one. “They don’t work with the sexy undies.”

She giggled and lifted her other foot for him to remove its sock.

Then he came down over her again to kiss her.

She planted a foot into the bed and rolled him to his back. Her on top was nice. His hands went to her ass, basically bare in that tiny thong. He pulled her up higher so her breasts were in his face and flicked open the fastener at her back. “I feel you should spend more time in the new bra,” he said. “Sorry.”

She gave a breathy laugh. “It’s okay. I had a feeling it wouldn’t stay on long.”

He nuzzled her bare breasts, licked them, then took a nipple into his mouth and sucked fiercely. She groaned.

He played with her tits for a while, enjoying tight little nipples and soft flesh, then she drew back and started kissing her way down his torso, over his chest, pausing to briefly suck one nipple, then the other into her mouth, giving him a hard jolt of heat straight to his groin. She licked over his abs, pressed kisses to his belly beneath his navel, then to the hair at his groin. She rubbed her face over his thighs, drew her tongue up the crease where thigh met torso, teasing him as his dick throbbed unbearably. Finally she shifted and circled him with soft fingers, lifting him to her mouth and kissing the soft tip. His cock jerked, his abs tightened. His hands sought out her hair and tangled in it, holding it back from her face so he could watch her suck him.

Fuck, that was good, so unbelievably good. She licked and got him all wet, then took him into the silky heat of her mouth. The friction of her lips sliding up and down over his shaft was sublime. Her fingers cupped his balls, caressing, gently squeezing, and damn, that edge of orgasm was right there, right…there…He fought for control. “No…babe…can’t last…wanna fuck you…”

She gave a brief, wordless shake of her head, her mouth full of him, kept moving on him, and when her fingers delved deeper behind his balls into ultrasensitive territory, he was lost. He gave up. There was no way to stop it at that point, so he held on to her head and roared as pleasure exploded from his core, white heat shooting through his dick and into her mouth.

Her beautiful, hot, sexy mouth, working him like he’d never been worked before. Taking it all and swallowing and making little pleasure noises that he absolutely fucking loved.

Crouched there between his thighs, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, her tongue stroking his dick in her hand. Their eyes met with a sizzle. Câlisse, that was hot. His entire body still pulsed with satisfaction.

He gentled his hands in her hair, letting strands slide through his fingers, then dragging his fingers through her hair again. And again. Watching her pretty mouth on his dick, then smiling at him, the sexiest, most seductive smile he’d ever seen.

“C’mere.” He knifed up to reach for her and hauled her over him. She stretched along his body, rubbing herself on him, kissing his chin, his jaw, his ear. “Babe. Fucking loved that.”

“Good. I loved it too.”

And that was just about the hottest thing of all, the obvious pleasure she took in it, so eager and turned on by it.

He rolled her under him. He needed a few minutes, but while he recovered he could give her an orgasm in return. Not a hardship. He loved that sweet pussy.

It didn’t take long to get her off, she was so ready. So wet and hot. After stripping the lace panties, he filled his mouth with her, with her taste, the feel of her on his tongue and lips, and brought her up and over, making her twist and shudder as he held her ass in his hands and lifted her pussy to his hungry mouth.

“Oh God,” she gasped, limp. “Oh God. Marc.”

“Yeah, Lovey. Right here.”

They curled up together. He was still dying to fuck her, but that had taken the edge off. Perfect. Now they could spend the rest of the night leisurely exploring each other.

Much later, with her in his arms, he kissed her hair. “I’m glad you told Duncan about your business.”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “I figured it was time. I don’t think he’s entirely convinced I know what I’m doing, though.”

“He will be. Just wait.”

She tipped her head to meet his eyes. “Thanks for backing me up with him.”

He shrugged. “Just wanted him to at least listen to you.”

She kissed his jaw. “I appreciate it.”

Truthfully, Duncan’s attitude had annoyed him. She deserved a chance to do what she wanted with her life. She wasn’t asking him for anything other than a place to stay for a couple months.

“Also you looked hot in that suit,” he added. “Very sexy and professional.”

“Hmm. I was going for professional…not sure if sexy is the look I want in the business world.”

“You can’t help it, baby. You just are.”

“Aw. Thank you.” She touched his cheek. “Is your face okay?”

“Yeah. It’ll heal.”

“Did you get hurt anywhere else? I was worried for you, watching that fight.”

“Got some bruised ribs too.” He’d felt that a few times during their energetic fucking, but she was a powerful distraction. “You watched the game?”

“Of course.”

“Huh.”

“I guess I should get back to my own room.”

Heaviness descended onto his chest. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“You know what would be really sexy?”

“What?”

She hesitated, as if she wasn’t sure she should say it. “Sleeping all night with you. Waking up with you.”

That heavy sensation intensified. “Yeah. That would be…sexy.”

She gave him a fast kiss on the mouth, then rolled away. She scooped up her clothing. He rose on an elbow to watch her. “I’m gonna dash,” she said. “Too much trouble to get all dressed again.”

“Duncan’s not home.”

“I know. Just don’t want him walking in right as I run across the hall naked.”

He grinned, even though he agreed that would a very bad thing.

“Night, Marc.”

She slipped out his door and closed it behind her.

He flopped to his back. Fuck, he hated it when she left like that. Sleeping with her all night and waking up together in the morning wouldn’t just be sexy, it would be…awesome. He wanted that too, wanted her in his bed all damn night, not sneaking out like what they had was cheap and dirty.

Well, it could be dirty. He was a fan of dirty. But not in a way that made them feel dirty.

He remembered her telling Duncan about her business. It stung him a little, thinking about her growing up in Duncan’s shadow, how she’d said everyone knew he was destined for something great and she…wasn’t. But she was finding her way in the world, and he admired her for that. He admired her for the person she’d turned out to be, despite growing up in that shadow. She was smart and funny, bubbly and bright. She made friends with everyone she met and cried watching chick flicks.

Jesus. He was getting in way deeper than was supposed to happen. But Lovey seemed to like him too…not just having sex, although that was phenomenal, but hanging out with him, doing not much of anything. He liked talking to her and she seemed to enjoy it too. So maybe all they needed was time.

And her brother’s blessing.

Shit. How the hell was that going to happen?

He’d think about that some other time. Right now he needed sleep.

–

Lovey didn’t come to the Saturday night game as she sometimes had when they played at home. Marc had thought about suggesting she could join the Aces Ladies—the wives and girlfriends of the players. The team provided a private lounge for them and they all had seats together to watch the game. But Lovey wasn’t his girlfriend. She was Duncan’s sister. So he said nothing.

They pulled out another win, and the atmosphere in the dressing room and on the bench was changing. There was more laughter, but also more intensity. More confidence. Dale being sent away to rehab had shaken everyone up. After that last game Dale had played, everyone had been pissed at him. He’d made so many mistakes, and the guys had been frustrated and angry, grumbling and sniping at Dale and then yelling at one another as tension grew. That was gone now, and it was a relief.

Marc wanted the best for Dale, and hoped the guy hadn’t ruined his entire NHL career. But he also wanted the best for the team and things were looking up.

After the game, a few guys went out, but since they were all coming over to his and Army’s place the next night, Marc didn’t go with them. Unfortunately, Lovey wasn’t home when he got there.

Damn. Where was she? Hopefully out with her new friends and not on a fucking date. That thought made his gut cramp. He went to pour himself a glass of chocolate milk and took in all the food in the fridge. She’d been out shopping, apparently in preparation for the party. He’d told her they’d pay for that stuff. He shook his head before heading to his room. Alone.

They had Sunday off, so he slept in a little. He needed to find out from Lovey what else needed to be done. Maybe there were still some things to purchase. She was already awake and dressed in her yoga gear when he got up. Right. Yoga class.

“Hey.” She beamed her luminous smile at him, making him want to grab her and kiss her. “Good game last night.”

He squinted. “You saw it?”

“Parts of it. The bar we were at had it on.”

“We?” Fuck. He hated himself for asking.

“Jillian and Leigh and I. We went out for dinner and drinks.”

“Ah. Cool.”

She hopped onto a stool and started spooning yogurt into her mouth.

“I see you bought some stuff for the party. I told you we’d pay for it.”

“You can pay me back, don’t worry. There are more things we need, but I couldn’t carry it all yesterday.”

“You should’ve waited until today. I’ll drive you wherever you need to go.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes warmed. “I wanted to get started making some of the stuff yesterday. There are going to be a lot of people here. We can go when I get home from yoga class.”

She moved around the kitchen, the snug black pants hugging her ass and thighs, the fitted tank top outlining her breasts and slender waist. She reached for a black zip-up jacket and pushed her arms into it. “Back in a bit.”

He went to the gym and worked out while she was at yoga, and got home just after her. He was looking forward to driving her to do whatever errands needed to be done. Until Duncan said he’d come too. Damn. Ah well.

Lovey seemed to be winging it, grabbing stuff she hadn’t thought of, pausing to try to remember something she’d forgotten. “Should’ve made a note to myself,” she muttered, then her face cleared. “Samosas. I wish I could make everything, but there’s no way. So we’ll have to buy some things we can heat up and serve.”

She was so into this, it was cute. “Don’t knock yourself out. Most of the guys are happy with beer and pretzels.”

She snorted delicately. “I’ve seen you guys eat. We’re gonna need food. Lots of it.”

Once home, she jumped into action, slicing, dicing, arranging bowls and platters. She had Duncan and him setting up a bar in the living room with all the booze they’d bought. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and he found himself looking forward to the evening.

“I have to go get ready now,” she said a while later. “Could one of you put the beer into that big bucket with one of the bags of ice?”

“Sure.” Marc moved to do it as she disappeared.

“Still think beer and bags of chips would be easier,” Army muttered.

“Yeah. But even though she’s going all out, it doesn’t seem…overdone.”

“True.” Army made a face. “There are times it’s handy to have a sister, I guess.”

Marc looked down at himself. “Guess I’ll change too.” The old gray T-shirt he wore had some kind of food stain on it now, and a big wet spot from the bag of ice. He headed to his room and put on clean jeans and a button-down shirt. He left it untucked and turned the cuffs back on his forearms as he walked down the hall.

Guests started arriving before Lovey had emerged from her bedroom, so he and Army started letting people in and greeting them, offering drinks. Then she breezed out, all pretty in a pair of sexy flared jeans with a snug black long-sleeve tee tucked into them and a multi-colored scarf that looped around her neck. She knew a lot of the players but not all, and hadn’t met many wives and girlfriends. As usual, within an hour they were all her new best friends.

“Let me take those out.” Marc took some bowls from her. “Come on! Chips? You’re serving chips?”

She grinned. “Sure. You have to have chips at a party. Among other things.”

Everything was finger food, which was great, and she’d organized paper plates and serviettes, all black and white to match this game they were supposedly going to play. Or some of them were going to play anyway.

He made sure Ryan was meeting people and noticed Lovey talking to him at one point, asking him questions about where he was from and where he’d played hockey up till then. The look in Ryan’s eyes was…interested. This did not amuse Marc. Jesus. Where the hell was Army now? He’d warned everyone else off his sister, he needed to get on this so the rookie knew too.

Lovey caught his eye, lifted her eyebrows, and he realized he’d been scowling.

He turned away.

Lovey got the game organized and explained things to those who had never played.

“I’m not being the Card Czar first,” she said firmly. “Someone else has to do that. Duncan.”

“Uh. Sure.” He read a black card. “Next on ESPN2. The world series of…?”

Everyone searched through their cards. Then the fun started. Of course the guys tried to come up with the most obnoxious answers they could, and with everyone well lubricated, it all seemed uproariously funny.

“Pictures of boobs.”

“Justin Bieber.”

“Erectile dysfunction.”

“Fingering.” That got a huge roar of laughter and ended up the winner.

The answers got raunchier and they all laughed harder. Marc’s face hurt from laughing and he sat back for a minute to watch. It had been a long time since the team had all gotten together like this—most of the team anyway, since a few guys hadn’t been able to come—and just had fun in a relaxed social setting.

After the game ended, people sat in smaller groups, talking, Lovey flitting around carrying away empty bowls and platters, setting out new ones with cookies. She offered coffee and served it, and then folks started leaving. Not a wild and crazy late night, but it was Sunday and they had a practice in the morning, and everyone seemed really mellow and content.

“I’d call that a success,” Marc said when it was finally just him and Lovey and Army.

Lovey yawned and surveyed the full dishwasher. “I’ll run another load tomorrow.”

“You go to bed,” he said. “I’ll finish cleaning up in here.”

“Thank you. I think it was a good night.”

“It was great, Lovey,” Army said. “Thank you.”

She smiled and turned away, then paused. She pointed at Army. “You. Help Marc clean up.”

He rolled his eyes at her. Marc grinned. “Yeah, man. Help out a little.”

“I am, I am.”

Marc had to grin. Army knew he couldn’t stand a mess, and may have left cleaning up to him a time or two. The fact that Lovey got it made him smile.

He wanted to tell her how amazing she was, how much he appreciated what she’d done, but with Army standing right there, no way. But he’d have his chance. He’d make sure of it.

Chapter 20

Duncan and Marc left Monday for a Tuesday night game in Detroit, then came back Wednesday. It was a heartbreaking loss in a shoot-out in overtime, but the Aces had played really well. They had to be happy with that, but losing was never fun. Watching the game, Lovey knew Marc would not be satisfied.

She spent Wednesday afternoon out looking for topics for her blog, taking photographs, and exploring. Then it started to snow and she headed back to the condo.

When she got home, Marc and Duncan were there. The music of Van Halen blasted on Duncan’s stereo system. Marc stood in front of the washing machine loading clothes into it. As usual, their eye contact was loaded and hot as they greeted each other casually.

“So.” She climbed onto a stool at the kitchen island. “You guys played great.”

“We lost.”

“I know. You have to be positive though, right? You did some good things. You’re back on track.”

“You’re right. Have to focus on the positive. There has been a big change in the dressing room. What were you up to?”

She told him what she’d been doing. Duncan came and poured himself a glass of milk. She took in his dark pants and dress shirt. “What’s up with the fancy clothes?”

“Going out.”

“With the model again?” She leaned in.

“Yeah.”

“Whoa. Two dates with the same girl. This is serious!”

“Eh.” Duncan lifted his chin at Marc. “What’s with you? You haven’t had a date in weeks.”

Marc and Lovey’s eyes met with a little jolt of electricity, but they both looked away immediately. It was true. He hadn’t been out with anyone else. Possibly because they’d been banging their brains out with each other every chance they got.

What would she do if he went out with someone else? They were just having casual, convenient sex. Well, sometimes it wasn’t at their convenience, it was more dependent on Duncan’s social life. But still.

She found she didn’t really like the idea of Marc seeing someone else.

“Dry spell.” Marc gave a cocky grin. “Also I’m very focused right now on my career. Unlike some people.”

“Fuck off, I’m focused. I’m allowed to have a social life.”

Marc grinned and Lovey knew he was just yanking Duncan’s chain. Especially after Duncan had totally deflected attention from his sex life to Marc’s. Or Marc’s lack of sex. Which she and Marc both knew wasn’t exactly the case.

Damn. She sighed.

Then she regrouped. The positive was, Duncan was going out. Which meant while he was out boinking some model, she and Marc could have their own hot, sweaty boinking session. Yay.

She lifted her gaze to Marc, and once again, the connection snapped between them. Yup. He was thinking the same thing she was.

“We’re going for dinner at The Cellar.” Duncan finished his milk and set the glass on the counter.

“Put it in the dishwasher.” Lovey nodded.

He grumbled but did so.

“It must be a swank place for you to ditch the jeans and baseball cap,” Lovey said. “You look nice, by the way. Other than the beard.”

“Uh. Thanks. Okay, I’m outta here. Stay out of trouble, kids.”

Now Marc rolled his eyes. Lovey laughed.

When the door closed behind him, she looked at Marc. “If he only knew.”

He didn’t smile at her teasing comment. “This is getting kind of old.”

“What is?”

“Sneaking around behind his back.”

She sighed. “Yeah. I hear you. But what can we do?”

“He hasn’t actually said anything for a while. As in, warning me off. And at the party Sunday night, I was waiting for him to say something to Ryan when he was flirting with you.”

“He was not flirting with me!”

“Oh, hell yeah, he was.”

“He’s twenty-two years old!”

“Big whoop. Two years younger than you.”

She eyed him. “Were you jealous?”

“No.” He broke eye contact and spoke to the floor. “I was just waiting for Duncan to go all protective big brother on his ass. It didn’t happen.” He crossed his arms and looked at her again. “Maybe he’s accepting that you’re all grown up.”

“You think?” She considered it. “Nah. But what are we talking about him for?” She hopped off the stool and sauntered over to him. “He’s gone. And you know what that means…the mouse is gone, the cats can play.”

He burst out laughing but reached for her hips. “I think we’re the mice, not the cats. Comme on dit en français—le chat parti, les souris dansent.”

“Oooh.” She ran her hands up his chest. “That sounds so sexy.”

“Talking about cats and mice. Not really sexy.”

“Still. It sounds sexy. I want you to take me to bed and talk dirty to me in French. Say something else.”

“Les chats me font éternuer.”

“Oooh. I like it. More.”

His lips twitched. “Mon camion a un pneu à plat.”

“Yes, please,” she breathed, although she had no idea what he’d just said. He bent and slid an arm behind her legs and picked her up. She grabbed his shoulders, which were shaking with laughter.

“What did you say?” She narrowed her eyes.

“Which?”

“Both.”

He carried her to his room. “First I said cats make me sneeze. Then I said my truck has a flat tire.”

“Oh shoo.” She smacked his shoulder but had to laugh too.

In the bedroom he lowered her feet to the floor, wincing.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just a few sore muscles. A few hard hits into the boards last night.”

“Oh.” She ran her hands over his shoulders and biceps. “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere.”

“I know what you need. A massage.”

“I had a massage.” He paused. “Wait, are you offering?”

“Um, yeah.”

He grinned. “Okay, that was stupid, wasn’t it? I’m going to turn down a massage from you? I don’t think so.”

“I have a massage bar.” She whirled around. “Be right back.”

She went into her room and retrieved the wrapped bar that melted easily on warm skin.

“It’s edible,” she shared, unwrapping it to show him.

“Don’t even tell me why you have that,” he muttered, pulling his T-shirt over his head. “Don’t wanna know.”

She smiled. “Okay.” Let him worry about that. “All your clothes off, and then lie on your stomach on the bed.”

“Are you going to be naked too?”

“Do you want me to be?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Okay.” She undressed too. She watched him grab a condom from the drawer before he lay down. “Ha. This is a massage. Getting a bit ahead of yourself with the condom there, hockey boy.”

He smirked. “If you say so. Toujours prêt!”

“And what does that mean?” She climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips.

“It’s the Boy Scout motto. Toujours prêt!”

“Be prepared. Ah. I get it.” She rubbed the bar over his shoulders and upper back. “Were you seriously a Boy Scout?”

“Sure. For a while. Then hockey started taking too much time.”

She began kneading big, tight muscles, finding tight spots and digging her fingers in.

“Câlisse,” he said and groaned. “That feels good.”

She smiled and kept massaging, working over each arm all the way to his hands, then down his back. Her hands were starting to get tired but she wasn’t quite finished yet. She rubbed his lower back, then shifted down his thighs to squeeze his ass. She sighed with pleasure. “Your ass is really nice.”

He groaned into the pillow beneath his head. “You’re killing me, Lovey.”

She massaged there too, big, taut, powerful muscles. She started to wriggle because she was getting turned on. “Want me to do your front?”

He lifted his head. “I don’t know if that’s going to work. I’m hard as a fucking goal post.”

“I can massage that too.”

He made a choked sound but rolled over. Yep. His erection was thick and stiff and so beautiful. She licked her lips and rubbed the massage bar over his pecs, starting there, but that massive erection was distracting and in her way. She rubbed his chest, bringing forth more groans, caressed his abs, and then, her hands slick, wrapped them both around his cock.

“Tabernak. So good.” His eyes were closed, his body relaxed, everywhere except that hard column of flesh in her hands. When she bent to lick him, he jerked.

“Remember?” she murmured. “Edible.” The massage bar tasted of coconut and she licked him all over, then took him into her mouth.

He felt so good, hot and pulsing, thick and weighty on her tongue. She used her hands and her mouth, playing with him, getting lost in it a bit, until he pulled her off.

“Inside you,” he growled. “Now.” He grabbed the condom he’d so cockily left near them on the bed.

She was wet and ready for that, so she went up onto her knees and straddled him, taking him in her hand again to direct the head of his cock to her opening. Her aching opening. She needed him too, filling her.

She lowered herself slowly, carefully, because he was big, watching his face. His eyes burned with need.

His hands clasped her hips, lifting her, lowering her, helping her move on him. Fire spread through her body. He reached for her breasts and cupped them. He pinched her nipples and sensation flowed through her down to where they were joined. Her body picked up the feeling, buzzing, a growing tightness that she reached for and focused on. She closed her eyes, Marc’s hands caressing her, and slipped a hand down to her clit to find the sensitive bud. Oh wow, she was winding up already, excitement building and twisting inside her. Her pussy flexed and clenched and then it all peaked. Ripples of pleasure flowed out from her core.

She fell down to lay on top of him, gasping for breath, and his hands went to her ass and grabbed her as he fucked up into her with hard, burning strokes. She panted against the side of his neck, pleasure still coursing through her veins.

“Fuck me, Lovey, gonna come…fuck yeah…” He grunted his pleasure as his body tightened, hands on her butt holding her tight against him as he pulsed inside her. It was sweaty and messy, their bodies sliding together in a mix of perspiration and massage oil, and it was beautiful. So beautiful.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her upper body, holding her in a fierce hug that made her throat thicken. God, she loved being with this man.

“So that was a pretty good massage,” she murmured.

His body vibrated with laughter. “Better than the one I had from Cal.” He named one of the Aces trainers. “I think it was the happy ending.”

She smiled. “Cal doesn’t give happy ending massages?”

“Fuck no.”

“Well, good.” She stretched her burning thighs out along his. “Ah.”

“I’m hungry.”

She considered that. “Me too. What do you feel like?”

“You cooking?”

“No.”

His arms tightened on her briefly. “Let’s order pizza.”

“Sounds good. Let’s eat it in bed.”

“Even better idea.”

They rolled apart, and he got rid of the condom and grabbed his cellphone from the dresser, where it had been charging. In a few minutes, an extra large Luciano’s special had been ordered and queued for delivery.

Lovey decided the new bra and panties needed more attention, and put them back on. Marc grabbed his athletic pants so he was decent when the delivery driver arrived. They lounged in bed with Marc’s TV on. He played with her hair while they watched news and talked about all kinds of things.

After they’d eaten the pizza, Lovey said, “Okay, hockey boy. Now it’s my turn.”

He lifted a brow. “Your turn for what?”

“A massage.”

“Oh.” His smile went wicked. “Okay, then. Take off the pretty lingerie so we don’t mess it up.”

She complied and stretched out on her stomach as he had. “Remember,” she mumbled. “It’s edible.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You can put it anywhere,” she added.

His laugh rumbled out of him. He began to rub the bar over her skin. “This is pretty cool. It just melts right away.”

“Yeah.”

“Smells good too.”

“And it tastes good.”

He laughed again. “Fuck. Lovey.” He stopped what he was doing to bend down and press his mouth to the small of her back.

She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder. “What?”

“You just…” He stopped. He shook his head. “You make me laugh.”

“As long as you’re laughing with me and not at me.”

“You’re not laughing.”

“No. But I’m amused. So it’s okay.”

He shook his head again, his smile wide. His big hands started working over her shoulders, down her spine, all the way to the base. He shifted as she’d done, giving slow circular rubs to her butt cheeks, deeper and deeper.

“That’s nice,” she slurred, her body melting into the mattress. “So nice.”

His hands lingered at the crease of her ass, then stroked down over the backs of her thighs in long, sensuous glides. When his fingers slipped to the insides of her thighs, she smiled and parted her legs ever so slightly.

Her pussy began to tingle knowing his hands were so near, building to a hungry need to be touched. He teased her by slipping closer, then backing off, caressing and massaging her thighs and butt. Then he got more aggressive and his fingers slid down the crack of her ass. Oooh. That created a whole lot of tingles, up her spine and down to her toes. Every nerve ending in her body went onto alert as she anticipated more.

He rubbed her there, deeper, lower, easing her thighs apart, until his hand was in her pussy. He paused for a moment to rub the massage bar between his palms, slicking them up, and then he was using both hands on her ass and thighs and pussy, stroking over sensitive skin. Her back arched helplessly as her hips lifted to allow him access, and he played there for a long time, tormenting her with his fingers and then even his lips on her butt, nibbling and licking her.

“See,” she breathed. “It does taste good.”

“You’re right. Roll over.”

She slowly rolled to her back, reaching behind to release her hair where it was trapped beneath her. Her eyes focused on Marc, kneeling beside her, his chest and arms bare and gleaming with the massage oil she’d used earlier, emphasizing his ripped muscles even more. His eyes were hot on her breasts, and her nipples tingled.

He rubbed his hands together, looking carnally eager to get them on her, and her tummy did a little flip of lust. Then his hands were on her, moving over her shoulders, her arms, and then, yes, her breasts.

“Wow.” He gently squeezed and molded her breasts. “Feels so good with a little glide.”

“Mmm.” It did feel good.

He continued his massage, taking care to touch every inch of her, kneading muscles, but mostly just petting her with silky touches. And then his hands were between her legs again. He kissed her stomach and stroked her pussy, and heat built inside her. He brushed over her clit with slippery fingers and she twitched hard. He murmured something wordless and she gave herself over to sensation, his fingers settling into small circles over her clit while he laid slow openmouthed kisses on her belly, kissing his way lower.