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45

JAMES

"All done!" cheered the hairdresser.

I looked up from my phone, exiting the email app, and surveyed my cut hair and trimmed beard.

My hands felt the smoothed pads of my cheeks and I smiled a little.

"Much better," I said with a nod.

She smiled in return, looking pleased, and then walked me out to the main part of the spa.

The hostess offered a friendly look.

"Your wife isn't done with her massage just yet," she said, "but you can grab a seat and wait here?"

I tapped my chin. "Actually, could I pop into the massage room? I know that is probably against the usual rules, but I want to do something special for Leah."

"Well . . ." The young woman seemed conflicted while she nibbled her lip. "We aren't supposed to. For privacy purposes. But you are her husband . . ."

"I'll make it quick," I swore, "and I won't tell a soul."

"How about this? If you can convince the masseuse to let you in and don't tell anyone, then I never heard you ask."

I flashed her a grin. "Deal."

"Okay then. Her room is the first on the left."

Upon finding the room, I glanced down the hall of suite rooms before slowly twisting the knob open.

Meditation music flowed through the dim room.

A single lotus lamp in the corner provided just enough illumination for me to make out Leah's slumped form on the massage bed and a woman leaning over her.

The masseuse turned as I stepped inside. She shook her head but I gave her the thumbs up.

Without alerting or disturbing my darling, she walked over and raised her hands in question.

I pointed at Leah. Wife, I mouthed to her. Then I held up two fingers and mouthed two minutes.

Adamant, she shook her head again.

My will was far too strong for this woman. I shaped my hands into prayer. Please? I silently begged. Big tip.

Though she still seemed reluctant, the mention of her tip proved too tantalizing.

At last, she held up two fingers, mouthed two minutes, and then let herself quietly out of the room.

Pouring the warmed lotion into my hands, I stood at the side of Leah's bed and worked the oil into her shoulder blades.

She shifted with a small moan. Her face was tucked into the hole at the top of the massage table, which only delighted me more.

I traced more oil down the sides of her body.

The excess of her breasts pushed against the bed filled out.

She sighed.

I worked down her back and then, gradually, worked under her towel.

When the top of my hands reached the top of her ass, she shot up with a gasp.

I beamed at her sleepy face and the lines indenting her forehead and cheeks.

She looked well-fucked. It was only a shame she hadn't been.

Yet.

"James?" she grumbled.

"Love," I replied, leaning down to kiss her spine. "Did you enjoy that?"

She pursed her lips. "I thought the masseuse was getting a little handsy. I should've known it was you."

"I'd hope." I peeled the towel completely away from her bottom and admired the round fullness of Leah's backside anatomy. "You make me fucking mad, Leah. You know that?"

"Mad?" she asked innocently, turning over onto her back. "You mean . . . horny?" She grabbed her tits with those final words and narrowed her vixen eyes.

My throat felt like sandpaper as I gulped. I ran my hands up her smooth, oiled legs and felt their tempting plushness.

With a furtive glance at her face, Leah curled her mouth into a sexy smirk.

"I have to say," she whispered, "that I've never had a masseuse fantasy until this very moment."

A zinging throb filled my hard cock to the brim. It ached from how it pulsed so flush with blood.

I needed to bury myself in her, kissing her neck and sucking on those damnable lips.

Just as my hand grabbed my zipper, the door opened and the masseuse stepped in.

"Time's up," she announced, sounding every bit as annoyed as I was flustered.

Leah leaned up to peck my chin before shooing me away. "I'll see you in the lobby after I'm dressed."

I took a moment to fidget with my jeans in the hopes my angry friend wouldn't be on open display.

The masseuse squinted at me while I walked passed her. As I finished paying for our treatments, Leah emerged from the dark hallway.

Her hair sat on top of her head in a twisted bun and a bit of color had returned to her round cheeks.

I drew her in for a kiss. She felt warm under my hands.

"Your cut looks great," she remarked on our way to the car.

"You think?"

"Well, I honestly dug the caveman look too, but your hotness is on full blast now."

I winked indulgently. "You're absolutely right. It's because I have my arm around you. You bring it out of me."

She blushed and turned her head away to hide it, which only made me chuckle.

"So, I believe your haircut and my dear sister's manicure is next on the agenda?" I said with a lingering smile.

"Yes! Yes." Leah coughed to cover her relief. "I appreciate you being chauffeur, by the way. I know you would rather be doing emails or whatever."

"I would rather be soaking in a warm tub somewhere with you. But the point is made, yes. I am only driving Julia around because she otherwise would not do anything about her bitten stubs of nails."

"Be nice," she scolded. We loaded up into the car and she continued, "Your sister needs to be doted on. As we all do at times. This will be a perfect chance for her to get out, meet some decent people, and maybe go home with a nice man or woman for once."

"Doubtful." I rolled my eyes. "She always took after Jarrod in that way. Two little sluts on the prowl."

Peeking over at Leah, I noticed she didn't flinch at Jarrod's name yet she still seemed perturbed.

"Did that upset you?" I asked.

"No—I mean, not how you probably think." She kept her gaze trained on the road while she spoke. "It's just strange thinking of him as a slut. I always believed I was. Funny how hindsight works, hmm?"

"Hindsight is a bitch."

Leah laughed. The pleasant sound relaxed us both.

I reached over to take one of her hands and rested it on her leg.

"Now, are you nervous at all about tonight?" I said.

She looked at me with a shrug. "Not really. I'm excited to see Isabelle. Are you?"

Ah, Isabelle.

I would never forget about my dealings with that little bitch tonight but it was easy to dismiss everyone else when I only wanted to see Leah.

"I'm never nervous," I told her. "I am, however, intrigued to know how our plans work out for our guests. The food better be good."

"The best." Her fingers squeezed mine. "But dessert is what we're all waiting for."

My pants became suddenly tight.

Fuck.

"Yes, love. Yes, indeed."