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“Here you are,” she smiles. “How can I help you today?”
“I was hoping to book a massage for two.”
“Oh, of course. Will one of your siblings be joining you?”
I have to choke down my laughter. Who the ever-loving fuck comes to the spa with their sibling? “No. It’s for myself and my partner.” The word comes out sticky. She’s not my partner, but what was I supposed to say? My lady friend? The woman I’m fucking? No. Those options made her seem cheap.
“Sure,” the girl says, and I finally glance at her gold name tag. Enya.
I cycle through the names of our employees. The Irish name isn’t common in America, so she’s from the Southie side. Oisin Daly runs a block for us and has three girls.
“Enya,” I say. “Is your dad Oisin?”
Her face lights up and she nods. “Yup, that’s him.”
I offer her a smile. “I hadn’t realized Saoirse hired from the block. It’s nice to have you here, Enya.”
A red tint dusts her cheeks as she turns to the computer to book my appointment. “She’s not really. Sean gave her a list of some of the daughters, and she tried to bring some of us on to help us with our college. I’m attending UMass in the fall, so I’ll be here on break.”
“How many did she hire?”
“Sixteen of us.”
And there are easily 1,000 daughters of our soldiers. I hadn’t realized Saoirse even considered doing this. I’ll have to ask her about it when I see her again. Or Sean. I shake my head. “Do you have anything available today?”
She nods. “Yes, sir. How is 11:30?”
I glance at the digital clock above her head. “That’s perfect, thanks.”
I excuse myself to head back to the room. When I get there, Samira is sprawled out on the couch. She’s still in the bathrobe. Her feet dangle over one side, her head resting on the opposite arm, and she’s holding her phone raised over her face. I close the door, my eyes on how her toes wiggle. She’s laughing at something.
“Hey,” I call, approaching her.
She jumps at the sudden noise, though not as harshly as she did the night of the hotel opening. “Christ, you gave me a fright.”
“You didn’t hear the click of the door?” I ask.
“No! I was reading.” She moves to sit upright and sets her phone on the coffee table. “How was your workout?” Her eyes roam my body before she makes eye contact with me.
“It was good.” I sit beside her and tug her into my lap, despite how sweaty and gross I smell.
She straddles me, the warmth of her pussy pressing into my groin.
“How was your book?” I ask.
“I just sat down to start it. Three of bakeries agreed to the cake tasting for a hefty fee that Saoirse agreed to pay.”
I run a finger from her brow, along her cheek, and stop at her chin. “Good.”
“So, while you’re at tea with your aunt, I’ll make sure everything gets set up. And then we can leave whenever we’re finished.”
I nod, pressing my thumb against her bottom lip. She makes the tiniest of little mouse squeaks, staring at me with doe-like eyes. When her mouth parts, I slide the tip of my thumb inside. She closes her lips around it and sucks.Fuck me.My growing cock nudges through the basketball shorts I’m wearing to press against her bare heat. We have thirty minutes before our massage, but I’ll only need two with her.
I slide a hand between us and dip two fingers inside of her. The suction she has on my thumb increases at the same time her hips move. Her heated gaze locks with mine, and an intensity burns beneath them. She’s silently pleading for more.
My digits pump inside of her while my thumb strokes her clit. It doesn’t take long for her breaths to become heavier, for the weight of her body to sink into my lap. She opens her mouth, and I move that hand to the nape of her neck. Her head drops, and our mouths clash with an intense kiss that throws me through a loop.
I haven’t made out with anyone in over a decade. It pulls me back to the days when I was a teen, sneaking kisses with Cara in the confessional booth at bible camp. That same light feeling flutters through my veins with Samira’s soft lips pressing against mine. She bites at my lip when she pulls away.
