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Aren’t you working, Mr. Crane?
He sent back.
I am. Answer.
I shook my head as I followed Carrie to the spa and stared down at the text. There was the Jonas I knew. He was ready to rule me, if I let him. I responded.
I do. You already know that. Now. I’m about to go in the spa.
Another message popped up.
Are you aroused? I bet you are. I would make you show me if I was there.
A tingle went through me. He was infuriating.
I pressed my lips together and wrote back.
I’m not. Stop, Jonas. I’m going into the spa.
Jonas answered.
We both know that’s a lie. Stop pushing me and I’ll stop.
My skin flushed and a flutter went through my stomach. I was pushing him, when I didn’t really have the right. I had let him go. I sighed and decided to send one last message.
Great. You have me so turned on that I’ll have to ask my massage therapist for a happy ending. Hope he’s hot.
My phone vibrated once more. With a wicked grin, I turned it off and stuffed it in my pocket. I then felt a pang of guilt as we crossed into the beautiful glass and stone hall of the spa. I pulled my phone out to take one last glance at what he had said in response to that.
Nice try. I already reserved a woman. Enjoy and I’ll see you in a couple of hours.
Jonas planned everything, of course. He didn’t want Ian, or anyone else, touching me, but he seemed oblivious to my feeling the same way about him. It was infuriating.
Carrie turned me over to another smiling hostess that led me to a changing room to remove my clothing and put on a robe and slippers. After a quick change, I sat down on one of the plush chairs in a softly-lit lounge with a glass of champagne. This was living, I smiled to myself.
From there, I was led into a beautiful, dimly lit room where a female masseuse turned on meditative music. My worries and tense muscles went into her hands as she massaged honey vanilla lava oil into my skin. The warm oil and music lulled me into a peaceful sleep. Peaceful, because I had no ghost of my past invading them or thoughts of the problems I had waiting for me. There was only the bliss of being in Jonas’s care and attention, which I had sorely missed.
He pressed his cock inside of me, and we moaned together at the incredible sensation of being joined together again. He pulled back and thrust deeper. I gasped and moved up to meet him. He started pumping in and out of me, first slow enough to make me whimper, then hard to make me cry out as the orgasm crest in me.
“Come,” he demanded as he flexed and teased me.
Then he let go of my leg and slid his fingers on my clit. He played it like an instrument as he slammed against me until I came feverishly, clenching around his cock.
“Fuck,” Jonas said.
His head fell back as he released hard inside me. He picked me up, and he was still hard as he carried us to the bed together.
“Jonas, stay with me,” I said huskily.
He lowered me back on the bed.
“I’ll never leave you.”
“Miss? Your massage is done.”
I jolted awake, suddenly unsure of my own surroundings. Another dream? Damn him.
I dried off and wrapped the robe around me. Exiting the room, I was immediately handed another glass of champagne, which I drank a bit too quickly. The alcohol went straight to my head, and I floated on to a wax, facial, manicure, and pedicure.
