Page 126 of Black Light: Cured

with your night but thank you. Truly.”

A soft blush crosses her cheeks, and for a moment, an irrational flare of jealousy surges through

me. I’m the only one that should be making her blush. However, I also have to remember that Austin is

happily with Kit and he didn’t say anything inappropriate. It was just an innocent compliment. Still…

the fact that I’m getting these strong feelings over something as involuntary as a blush is certainly food

for thought.

The moment Austin leaves, Lila busies herself with packing everything away before the club gets

in full swing. Everywhere I look are small odds and ends, things that I guess add to the atmosphere

but also add to the clean-up and haul-out time.

“Have you ever thought of just having the massage table and maybe a light for ambiance in here?”

She looks around, a frown pulling at the edges of her mouth. “But then it wouldn’t look pretty.”

A sigh escapes me as I gather all the trinkets and crystals into the box she puts on the massage

table. “Yes, but people don’t come to see how pretty you make the space look. They come for what

you do for them. All you’re doing is making things harder on yourself.”

“I suppose…” She trails off and stares down at the incense bowl in her hand.

“Just think it over. That’s all I ask.”

With both of us working, it doesn’t take nearly as long to put everything up and haul it to one of

the Black Light closets, grateful she doesn’t have to take all of it home with her every week.

Dusting off my hands, I watch as she closes the door, and pounce the moment it latches. Caging

her on either side, I stare down at her parted lips, and my cock stirs. I lean down and run my nose

along her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin as well as the oil she’s been using to massage. She’s

intoxicating, and I can’t wait to slide my cock deep inside her pussy.

“Miss me?” I breathe against her collarbone.

“God, yes.” She groans, running her fingers through my hair.

“And you’re good to play with me tonight?” I pull back, looking for any hint of hedging or half-

truths.

After a moment, she sighs and looks at my chest before reaching her fingers out to stroke the

buttons. “I’m tired,” she finally admits. “So I’m not sure if I'll be up for something strenuous.”

“Good. What I have in mind requires no effort on your part.” Grabbing her hand, I lead her away

from the closet and back to the medical room.