Page 88 of Keeping the Score

Two attendants arrive to show us in. We meet up again in another waiting area, now dressed in thick white robes and slippers.

“Oooh, you look good,” she says to me. “Like Hugh Hefner.”

I choke on a laugh. “Please. No. Not him.”

“You know what I mean.”

The massage is different than what I’m used to. The team massage therapist, Trey, is usually trying to fix something and it’s often painful. This is slow and sensuous and relaxing. Piano music drifts peacefully and soothingly through the room. Surrounded by a scent that makes me think of dark velvet nights and exotic spices, I occasionally lift my head to look over at Andi, taking in her bare back in the soft light. She looks at me too and we share a smile.

We’re there for an hour, but it’s over too soon. The attendants leave us alone and we climb off the tables, both of us naked. Seeing Andi like this, her smooth skin glossy from the massage oil, her face flushed, hair messy, makes me instantly hard again. As I walk toward her, her gaze drops to my massive erection.

“Ford!”

I smile and slide my arms around her, prodding her with my swollen dick. “I want you.”

“Not here!”

“I just want a kiss.” I give her one. “We’ll do more later.”

She moans. “Don’t tease me unless you’re going to please me.”

“Oh, I will definitely please you. I will please you all night long.” I give her a long, deep kiss then let her go so we can go get dressed.

“What are we doing next?” she asks in the elevator. “What’s the plan?”

“Maybe I don’t have a plan. Maybe I’m just winging it.”

She gives me a look. “I know you. There’s a plan.”

I grin. “Okay, there is. We have dinner reservations at Pascal.”

“No!”

“Yes.”

“Ooooh. Amazing! I’ve heard good things about it.”

“I hope it’s good. We can walk there.”

“Perfect.”

She goes into the bathroom to get ready. I pour a glass of wine and carry it in for her. She’s standing in front of the vanity in a strapless bra and a tiny pair of panties, both in the exact color of her skin, giving the effect that she’s naked. I stop and stare for a moment then set down the glass for her.

“Aw, thank you.”

“I see your underwear matches.” I move up behind her and close my hands over her hips. Heat runs down my belly into my groin. “Jesus, you’re sexy.”

Her expression turns sultry. She’s wearing her contact lenses, her eyes all shadowy, her cheeks glowy.

I press against her, enjoying the feel of her ass against me. I slide my hands around to her front, over her smooth stomach, then up to her bra. It’s easy to tug it down and let her tits spill free, round and tipped with perfect caramel-colored nipples. I watch as those little buds pucker.

“Ford…”

“Mmm?” I kiss her shoulder and cup her tits.

“Do we have time…?”

I smile against her skin. “Time for what?” My dick is hard and my balls are pulled up tight, aching.

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