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When I’m done with her hands, I move down to her feet. I work my way up slowly after making sure to rub her feet until she’s melting like butter, working from her calves up to her thighs. I sweep my hands under the bottom of her robe, making her stir slightly. But she doesn’t object as I work her over, my fingers staying just shy of her ass.
Until the moment I cross that line and slide my hands over each of her ass cheeks at the same time, taking them fully in my hands before I give her a good squeeze.
“Hey!” she yelps, half-turning. I can see her trying to confront the masseuse at the same time as trying to keep herself covered up, which doesn’t do anything to help the amused smirk that I’m wearing. She turns just enough to see that it’s me behind her and then relaxes again, shaking her head. “Jonas! How long have you been…?”
“Since your back,” I tell her with a laugh. “You really couldn’t tell the difference?”
“You must have magical hands,” she says, not without a good dose of euphemism.
My hands are still on her ass. I give her another squeeze for good measure before stepping back.
“You know what I think?” I ask. She’s holding a hand across her chest as she reaches for the robe, and I help her to shrug it back on.
“What?”
“I think we should go upstairs to my suite,” I say, leaning close to say it right in her ear. “Before I lose my mind and have to have you right here on the massage table.”
Savannah makes a sound that I can only describe as a squeak – and gets up from the table, heading for the dressing room so fast I can barely keep up with her.
Chapter Eighteen
Savannah
I can’t take it any longer, and I’m glad to know that Jonas feels the same.
I’ve never dressed so quickly in all my life. I throw everything on as quickly as possible and leave the changing room, still pulling my hair out of the back of my shirt as I walk into the corridor outside. Jonas is already there, standing in just his shirt with his jacket over one arm, still doing up his cuffs.
“Let’s go,” he says, reaching out to take my hand and pulling me in a rush over to the elevators. It’s all I can do to keep up, and I stumble after him without any intention of telling him to slow down. I don’t want him to slow down. I want to get upstairs to bed as soon as we possibly can.
We jump into the elevator as soon as it arrives, and thankfully there is no one else inside, before the doors even close Jonas pushes me against the wall, leaning down to kiss me hungrily. Pressed against his body, I feel the heat of him, driving me to tilt my head up higher and push onto my tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Our tongues dance together, and I can’t help but still feel the lingering after-touch of his hands on my ass, so many sensations conspiring to drive me wild.
When the elevator makes a gentle ping noise, it’s as much as I can do to pull myself away from Jonas’ mouth and attempt to look reasonably normal as the doors slide open. I have the feeling that anyone who sees us will know what we’re up to, but there’s no one outside the door. We’ve stepped onto an empty hall, with less than a handful of doors insight.
“Is this the right place?” I ask, frowning slightly. It doesn’t look like the floor of a hotel.
“This is it,” Jonas says, pulling a key card from his pocket and leading me across the hall to the door on the left.
I look closer at the letters by the doors ‘PH’ next to a number in printed black letters.
Penthouse?
Jonas swipes his card against the door and it unlocks, allowing us to step inside. I follow him into a stylish suite, outfitted with dark and chic furniture, plush fabrics and thick carpets, and mood lighting that responds to our presence. It must be set to turn on when the door opens.
“Is this…?” I ask, not really sure how to even phrase the question.
“This is where I live,” Jonas says, tossing the key card onto a side table. Behind me, the door shuts and gives a beep, no doubt indicating that the lock has been rearmed. He walks backward ahead of me, spreading his arms to either side as we emerge into a wider part of the space. “What do you think?”
I glance in both directions. On one side there is a lavish lounge area, surrounded by views that show us the whole of Las Vegas spread out below. It’s already dark now, and the lights of the city make it shine dazzlingly bright.
