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I’m helpless to stop the smile that undoubtedly lights up my face, and I step closer to encircle his waist, pressing my cheek against his chest. His arms go around me, and he drops a lingering kiss to the top of my head.
“Thank you.”
“Anything for my Sunshine.”
We stand like that for a long moment, the sounds of the other occupants of the house reaching our ears, and still, we don’t move. Until a voice sounds behind us.
“We’re ready for you, Mr. and Mrs. DeMarco.”
I blush furiously at the easy use of my married name, the thumb of my left hand immediately grazing across the underside of my wedding band.
Alex catches my right hand, and we move down the hall to the third bedroom on the right.
Once inside, I spot two massage tables that have been set up alongside one another in the candlelit space.
I inhale sharply. “Oh my!”
Alex squeezes my hand as the two masseuses slip from the room. “A full body massage is exactly what you need after that flight, and…” He trails off as his forehead puckers. “Well, after everything, Rey.”
I swallow with a gulp, blown away by the sheer thoughtfulness. “Thank you.”
He nods softly in acknowledgment before dropping my hand to point out a door behind me. “There’s a bathroom there if you’d like to get ready.”
“Ready?”
He grins, then hands me a soft white towel.
“Take off everything, including your panties.” His grin broadens as his eyes sparkle with mischief. “If you’re wearing them, that is.”
Swatting him away, he slinks off to the opposite side of the room with a howl of laughter.
I slip into the ensuite with a parting shot over my shoulder that makes him laugh even harder. “Incorrigible asshole.”
Once I’ve stripped, I wrap myself in the towel Alex gave to me and step back into the bedroom.
The air is knocked from my body when my eyes land on a bare-chested pretty boy leaning back against one of the massage tables. His head is down, his legs crossed at the ankles, and the skimpy towel that’s slung across his hips does precisely nothing to conceal what lies beneath.
I blow out a breath through almost pursed lips, and the sound draws his attention.
His eyes slowly climb my body, affecting me as deeply as if it were his hands gliding over each and every curve until his gaze finds mine. His jaw clenches noticeably, and his white towel begins to tent.
I inhale sharply before he moves swiftly to lie face down on the table, but not before openly adjusting himself.
He looks me up and down once more before speaking as though to himself. “Definitelynotone of my brighter ideas.”
There’s a knock at the door before I can ask what he means, and Alex buries his face in the hole at the top of the table, calling out, “Enter.”
I hastily settle atop the table as the two men re-enter.
“Here, Mrs. DeMarco. Allow me to help you.”
The taller of the two rushes toward me, making short work of assisting me into place. “I’m Bastiano, and I shall be your masseuse. My colleague Federico will work on your husband today. Please just relax and tell me if you need me to go harder or softer at times, okay?”
I settle into the table, but instead of putting my head down as Alex has, I rest it on my forearms so that I can look at him.
His masseuse, Federico, has already begun kneading the olive skin of Alex’s muscular back, and I’m utterly enchanted at the sight of the glistening oils moving across the smooth expanse.
I watch Federico’s hands for a long while as Bastiano works on the tense muscles in my shoulders.
