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“I’d like to know what this surprise is,” I say, and Luke smiles at me, tossing his shirt onto the couch.
“Nah, then it won’t be a surprise.”
“I think this is a very, very bad idea, Luke. Especially if Amanda suggested it.”
“She said you’d love it.”
A knock on the door has both our heads swiveling to it.
“Do not answer that, Luke.”
“You gonna punish me if I do?”
I scoff and set the water bottle down. “That can be arranged.”
But the promise of a spanking is too intriguing for Luke to resist. Because he pulls the door open and two young men walk inside. Both are donned in white loungewear, and the shorter one eyes Luke’s chest a bit too long.
No, you cannot have him.
He’s mine. I found him first.
Luke points to the middle of the living room. “You can set up here.”
They both smile at him, and my stomach clenches nervously because I have a feeling I know what this is.
“Care to tell me what this is now, Luke?” I hiss, and he pulls me into him. My hand immediately plasters itself onto his skin and strokes across his pectorals. The muscles flex under my touch, and I’m momentarily distracted from what is happening around me until Luke utters the following words.
“A couples tantric massage.”
My entire body stiffens, and my fingers flex against his skin.
“Excuse me?”
“A massage.”
“No. No, you said something else. What kind of massage is this, Luke?”
“Uh, tantric? Amanda said you’d like it.”
I slam my eyes shut and sigh, “I’m going to kill her.”
“Nah. Don’t hurt her. This is gonna be fun. She said we’d love it.”
I pull Luke into the bedroom as the two men set up their tables, and oh hell, are those candles they’re lighting? Incense? Management is going to be called up from the smell. We’re going to burn this place down. Literally.
When the bedroom door is shut, I turn to him and grasp his biceps. “This is a sensual massage, Luke.”
He mulls that over for a minute and then shrugs. “Sensual sounds nice.”
I rub my temples. “That’s one word for it.”
A knock on the bedroom door has me jumping slightly, and Luke pulls it open.
The smaller of the massage therapists leans in. He eyes Luke’s chest again and then says, “You should both shower before we begin our body-to-body massage.”
“Red flag,” I say dryly, but Luke just grabs onto my hand and leads me into the bathroom. He twists the shower faucet on and then turns to face me.
“I am not going to do this,” I mutter, but Luke is using his fingers to undress me, and I just stand there and stroke my hands along his arms, neck, and chest. His eyes meet mine when he reaches my pants, and I sigh.
