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She grinned with an all-knowing glint in her eye. “Because they were all VIPs and I imagined that someone who requires the pampered package wouldn’t sign up this late unless another VIP asked them to.”
“Are you saying I’m a pampered athlete?”
“Are you denying it? And before you answer, know that I called the spa to see if there were any openings for these new VIPers and noticed you have a massage booked for nearly every day the week leading up to the Cup.”
“Keeping my body limber and fine-tuned is part of the job.”
She stretched her neck from side to side. “Where do I sign up for that?”
Jax looked at his phone and noted the time. It was nearly nine, the sun had long ago blended into the horizon and dipped behind the mountains, bathing the evening sky in hues of pink and mango. Now all that lit the sky were a million dazzling stars and the full moon.
Most of the café had already cleared out, leaving only a few stragglers behind. They’d been sitting there working for over three hours. That was in addition to a full workday for Milly. He knew because she’d answered his email to meet well before six that morning.
“You angling for a massage, angel?” He hooked his foot around the leg of her chair and yanked until their thighs were bumping.
She squeaked. “What are you doing?”
“Giving my girlfriend a massage after a long day’s work.” Taking her waist, he scooted her backward until her body was between his spread legs.
“You don’t have to do that.”
She tried to wiggle free, but he slid a hand around her waist. “I want to.”
“Seriously, you don’t—” Before she could squirm away, he sank his thumbs into the lower part of her neck and worked them up her spine. When he reached the base of her skull and applied pressure, she groaned.
“I like that sound falling from your lips.”
He worked his fingers back down, his thumbs sliding beneath the back of her sweater, to the bare, silky skin beneath.
“Jax,” she breathed.
He leaned in until his lips brushed the sensitive skin behind her ear. “I like that sound even better,” he whispered, then he feathered a kiss to the column of her neck. She moaned again and he kissed her a little lower—his hands slipping further beneath her sweater, kneading out every last bit of stress.
“What about the rules?” she murmured.
Jax smiled against her neck because, even as she was reminding him of the rules, she’d tilted her head to the side, ever so slightly but enough to give him better access—which he used.
“We’re in public, so it would be natural for me to give you a massage after you helped me for over three hours.”
“Three hours?” she asked, but didn’t seem all that alarmed. In fact, her body was relaxing under his touch and sinking back against his chest. “I hadn’t even noticed.”
Neither had he. Even though they were talking about numbers and dollars and cents, it had somehow felt intimate. Now this, touching her, felt even more erotic than when he’d taken her from behind. Damn, his brain was scrambled.
He laid on some more gentle kisses, but when his mouth reached that sweet curve of neck he couldn’t help himself—he gave a little nip.
“No tongue, remember?”
“That wasn’t my tongue. That was my teeth.” And to prove it, he gave another nip. This time she hummed, then her neck fell all the way to the side. He sank his finger in deeper, really working out the tension at the base of her neck as he rained kisses down and around her throat to the other side.
“What if someone sees us?” she asked, but didn’t sound too concerned. Nope, she sounded thoroughly turned on.
“Isn’t that the point?” he asked, dragging his thumbs all the way down her spine until he found the bottom hem of her sweater. He tugged it up so that he could get his hands on her lower back, then dug his fingers in and she let out the same kind of moan she’d made that night right before she came.
“To be seen?” There was a hint of demureness to her voice, as if she was intrigued by the idea of an audience. When she’d approached him at the bar, her kisses had been bold, packed with a brazen bravado, even when it became clear that they had spectators. He’d chalked it up to adrenaline from a good game of Truth or Dare. But then there was the ski lesson turned make-out session. Maybe she had a little more kink than he’d originally thought.
He’d file that fact away to explore at a later date.
“Any other reason behind those sexy little moans of yours?”
