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A moan escapes my lips when he works on a particularly large knot above my right shoulder blade, and my eyes close as the tension in my body begins to shift.
“Mmm, right there, Bastiano.”
My lids are hooded in unconcealed bliss when I feel Alex’s eyes on me, and I shift my gaze from his back toward his face.
He’s taken the same position as me, his eyes burning amber flames as he glares at Bastiano’s hands. He moves his eyes up to mine, holding me in his fiery stare.
My breathing accelerates, and my heart hiccups as undeniable desire flows between us in a look that neither of us is willing to break. Our gazes continue to hold, the tension building to unbearable heights, and each flare of his nostrils or tic of his jaw sends a ripple of want straight to my disgracefully wet pussy.
“That’ll be enough for today, Federico.” Alex rises in one fluid movement, giving me his back as he folds the towel around his waist. “Thank you.”
Without another word, he leaves the room, leaving both masseuses with puzzled looks on their faces.
“I’m good, too, Bastiano. Thank you.”
My masseuse instantly removes his hands from my calves where he was diligently working out the kinks, and both men leave the room without another word.
With a furrowed brow, I rise from the table and shower immediately, washing the fragrant oils from my body. I’m confused and horny, and it’snota nice combination.
I’ve just toweled myself off, when I hear a knock on the door of the ensuite.
“Yes?” I keep my reply short, knowing it can only be one person.
Alex clears his throat. “I brought you some clean clothes. I’ll leave them on the table.”
My stomach swirls despite myself. Having been the one taking care of Lita and disregarding myself for so long, it feels strange and so damn nice to have someone looking out for me.
“Thank you.”
I peek into the room, finding it empty, and then slip into the simple white cotton dress that he’d left for me. My bare feet pad from the room and down the hallway, finding Alex waiting by the front door.
“Did you enjoy your massage?”
His words are carefree, his tone light, but there’ssomethingin his eyes that I can’t put my finger on.
“It was glorious. Thank you.”
I close the distance between us, desperate to bridge the invisible gap that has somehow formed in the space of the last hour, and tuck myself in against the firmness of his chest.
His arms wrap around me, and I feel like I can breathe again as I’m cocooned in a feeling of belonging, of safety.
Of devotion.
And salvation.
I exhale a sigh of sheer contentment, and Alex’s arms tighten around me as his breathing accelerates.
“Rey, I—” He stops as a voice calls out behind him.
“Dinner is ready, Mr. and Mrs. DeMarco.”
I register two things simultaneously.
Firstly, I’mfartoo fond of my new title, and secondly, the smells wafting from the kitchen make my stomach scream with hunger.
Alex steps out of my embrace and intertwines our fingers before leading me to the stairs with a small smile.
“What did you want to—”
