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He moves down and I almost wail with disappointment as he massages my calves and ends up at my feet, taking each one in his hands as he pays attention to every individual toe, making them curl with pleasure. I am so relaxed and yet on red alert because my body has suddenly taken notice that there is a hot man in charge.
His low voice sends shivers down my spine as he says huskily, “Turn over. I’ll do the rest if you like.”
Fuck! I almost jump out of my seat and feel my face flaming as I squeak, “I’m good, thanks, um, I can take it from here.”
His eyes dance with mischief as I stare at him in heated embarrassment and say quickly, “Um, I’ll do your back if you like.”
“Of course.”
He hands the lotion to me and lies back on the sunbed next to mine and as I sit beside him, my mouth drops open at the heavenly tattoo taking up his entire back.
“That’s stunning.”
I stare at the image of a beautiful flower lying in a river of blood and tentatively reach out and trace the image.
“Aphrodite’s flower.” I whisper and he says huskily, “You know your Greek Mythology.”
I nod, although he can’t see me and whisper, “Aphrodite fell in love with Adonis, who never felt the same. She tried everything in her power to make him love her, but he preferred to hunt instead. One day he was out hunting and was killed by a wild boar that many believe was Ares, who was jealous of Aphrodite’s obsession with him. Aphrodite held Adonis in her arms and wept and a beautiful anemone grew from her tears that fell into his blood. She persuaded Zeus to immortalize Adonis, which is how he became a god.”
I reach out and touch the flower and whisper reverently, “Adonis was the most handsome man, and Aphrodite was not the only one after his love. Persephone was also in love with him, but Adonis loved nobody but hunting. He was emotionless.”
I even forget the sunscreen as I gently trace the flower and love how his skin ripples under my touch.
I am lost in him.
His strength, his beauty, and his kindness, all mixed in a ferocious package that screams to stay away.
I want to bend my lips and kiss his tanned skin so badly and then my senses return to me, and I say quickly, “I’m sorry. I’ll um, well–”
I squeeze the lotion onto my hands and steel myself to massage a man that has driven many dirty thoughts into my mind, and I try so hard not to groan as I massage his skin, much the same as he did to me.
I almost empty the bottle. He is so huge and as his muscles ripple under my hands, I grow increasingly hotter.
It’s not the sun either, it’s him.
I work my way down his body, committing every inch to my memory. There is nothing I don’t love about his body and as I work my way down his legs, I note the dark hairs of an alpha male that scream, ‘take me now’ to my libido. I want him so badly, which shocks me because a few days ago I dated his brother.
Not anymore, there is no comparison, and it strikes me that somebody was definitely looking out for me that day when Apollo prevented it from going any further. I would be the same as Chloe is, dipping from one to the other, and I could see where they get it when his father smiled into my eyes.
I am in hot man paradise and my hands are currently caressing the god of them all as he lies at my mercy. I am living the dream.
CHAPTER 38
ADONIS
This was definitely one of my better ideas. When our conversation ended, Apollo decided to head to the gym, but I had a very different workout in mind.
It came to me as soon as I saw her applying the sunscreen, and it was the perfect excuse to lay my hands on her body.
It didn’t disappoint me.
It took all my self-control not to whisper an indecent proposal in her ear. To gently brush my lips against her heated skin and allow myself to indulge in a pleasure I always deny myself.
Melissa is different somehow. She is not a whore, not even close. I don’t like that Apollo had his hands on her. His lips on hers and his tongue claiming something I want so badly. Just imagining how I’d feel if he took what I believe to be mine causes a sharp pain in my heart.
It’s not the first time we’ve shared a woman. Sometimes at the same time, but I never want to share Melissa with anyone. That alone surprises me because I usually don’t care.
Melissa places the bottle on the table and says awkwardly, “Um, thanks.”
