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I close my eyes in embarrassment at the reminder. I can feel him smiling at me behind these lids, and damn him for knowing exactly how I operate.
Remembering the unplanned stretching incident, I think of my planner and the man who ambushed it. I recall Wednesday of last week. He'd scheduled me for an appointment at the Lotus Massage near the shopping center. A couple's massage. For himself and his therapist. His excuse was that his therapist was far too stiff to work on him properly and that everyone played a part in getting him back to the field. Keeping me relaxed was only helping his own agenda, selfish as it may be.
If I know anything about this man, it's that he isn't selfish at all. But dammit if he doesn’t play the part well enough to get people's minds off the curiosities that threaten to damage my job and reputation.
So we got our massages, me giggling every few touches until I could fully embrace the feeling of someone's hands on me that weren't his. Lake watched me the entire time from his massage table, a look of pure joy emitting from his soft eyes. It was my first massage, as if it wasn't obvious, and Lake got the treatment he deserved that night. With me on my knees again, like he'd said. Knees on the floor, knees on the bed, knees spread wide as he indeed stretched me... Fucking knees. That's why we're here, right?I'll never look at knees the same after this man.
I waste no time instructing him to plant his heel on the floor, toe to the wall, large hands bracing the cold, white surface as he stretches his calves. He wastes no time grabbing my arm nearby and pulling me in front of him. Between the wall and his rippling muscles beneath that flimsy old cut-up t-shirt hanging from his glistening chest like a piece of floss, I remain trapped. He replaces his other foot against the wall, pushing close against me, getting the most out of the stretch.
“Lake,” I warn, peering up at him.
He groans as his damp hair hangs down around his forehead, tickling mine. “Don't you threaten me with my own name.”
Leaning down so our noses are touching, his eyes glimmer through me.
“Stop hitting on your therapist, Decker,” I retort.
He scoffs, “I'm far beyond hitting on her.”
Pressing his hips against mine, a breathy groan leaves his throat. “Baby,” he whines, his hands finding the sides of my neck as he runs his nose along my cheek. “You're killing me. Kiss me already.”
He always waits for me to break the barrier, to open the floodgates for him. And dammit if this rush of Lake doesn't break them all every time.
I grip the loose edge of his ripped t-shirt, rolling it in my fists as I pull his towering frame tighter to me. I breathe in his delicious scent of woods, rain, and salt. All things that are somehow entirely masculine. A flicker of a smile finds me, an indication that he's got the green light before his lips seal to mine.
With warm, soft lips, he kisses me so quickly, so passionately, knowing that we could be seconds away from getting caught. I taste the salt on his lips before his tongue flicks at my mouth, demanding entry. Tongues touch and moans follow as he presses the erection sealed beneath his joggers into my abdomen. My hands slide up the back of his neck, into his hair, and I melt into his mouth.
Quickly, his hands find the back of my thighs and I'm lifted, being pressed into the cool plaster of the wall behind me. He rubs himself against my tingling center as he continues toying with my tongue, trying to alleviate his own pain. I can picture his deliciously thick, long cock, the crown red from the friction, leaking, aching to find its way back where it belongs.
Everything has me on fire. Burning with desire for the man who alone has the ability to douse my heat in the most pleasurable way.
“Fuck me against this wall, Lake.” The words slip from my pussy again. “Please.”
His forehead falls against the wall next to my neck as a frustrated groan leaves his chest, rumbling into mine. He knows as well as I do. We're pushing it.
“Trust me,” he says before kissing me again. A long, delicious stroke of his tongue against mine. “I'm ready to.” Another kiss.
With a sad sigh, he rests his forehead on mine as I sink, slowly placing me back on my feet.
A knock at the door has Lake dropping to the mat on the floor and me straightening my back like a metal rod was just shoved up my ass.
“Dyl!” Jaden calls from behind the door.
“Come in!” I call out a little too loud, before my bulging eyes drop to Lake's engorged dick.
He sits crouched over with his elbows on his knees, covering the massive erection I've caused him. Stifling a chuckle at my terrified demeanor, he scolds me silently, telling me to chill. Jaden sneaks an arm into the door, holding my cell phone. My heart drops when I see the name on the screen as I approach where he's leaning in.
“Saw it light up on the desk. Figured you'd want it,” he says.
“Of course,” I say, snatching the phone from him. “Thanks, J.” Giving an appreciative gaze, he gives me a light, unknowing nod before gently shutting the door.
I answer the call, worry already circulating throughout my body.
“Hello?”
Lake watches me curiously from the mat.
“Col?”
