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“You’re determined to make me enjoy this, aren’t you?” I ask.
“It came highly recommended. Got five stars on Yelp.”
I touch his cheek, and his fingers hook into the waistband of my pants. “Fine. I will try this. For you. But if I say stop….”
He nods. “We stop.”
He tugs my pants down, and I step out of them. His face is right there, and he leans forward and nestles his nose right against me.
My fingers thread through his hair, and he kisses my hip softly.
Then he stands, and we step under the hot spray. And I am useless. I just stand there, my hands slipping and sliding over his skin while he washes me.
“Can’t stop touching me, huh?” he asks smugly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
“It’s a problem,” I mutter. “Iwillfind a solution to it. There has to be a medicine or something. When I get home, I’ll ask the pharmaceutical reps if they have any experimental drugs they’re working on.”
“I sure hope not,” he replies. “I like you all clingy.”
I scoff and try to pry my hands away, but they don’t listen. They just brush across the planes of his back as I press into him. My head rests on his chest, and I can hear the erratic pounding of his heart right beneath my ear.
His cock is growing hard against me, and I turn my face and bite down on his collarbone.
“You do things to me, Doc,” he mutters.
I look up and meet his stare. My eyes flick to his mouth, and he wets his lips.
I could kiss those lips, slide my tongue into his mouth. I have never been more tempted in my life.
But no, I have to resist. This is my last holdout. If I do this, it’s game over. I’ll end up giving him everything then and I’m so fucking afraid of where that will lead.
“We should get out,” I say, not moving an inch. I just cling to him like a barnacle.
“We should.”
We stand like that for several more minutes, me peeking up at his mouth, imagining what I could do to it as he runs those big hands across my back.
But finally, Luke presses a kiss to the top of my head and says, “We better go. The masseuses are waiting.”
“Masseurs,” I mumble.
“I don’t know German, Eli.”
I snort and press a kiss to the side of his cheek.
“It’s French. A masseuse is a woman, masseur is a man. But you can just call them massagists to keep it neutral.”
“Huh. Learn something new every day. Did they teach you that in medical school, Doc?”
“No, I actually learned that listening to true-crime podcasts. With my luck, these guys are here to rub us down and then murder us.”
Luke smiles and reaches around me to turn the water off. “Well, let’s not disappoint them then, shall we?”
I sigh, and then we’re stepping out of the shower and pulling towels around our waists.
When we move back into the living space, the lights are off entirely, candles casting an orange glow across the walls. Incense wafts around the space, and it’s almost overwhelming. In the middle of the room, two tables are set up next to each other, and the massagists are standing on either side, watching us approach.
“Welcome,” they say in unison.
