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Yes, came the unnerving reply.
The woman in the green dress had been haunting his thoughts since he had left her in the elevator the night before. Once wasn’t enough.
Even though he had been the one driving, so to speak, she had embraced her own pleasure and had played an active part. He did so enjoy a woman who wasn’t afraid to take what she wanted and demand more.
Their time together had been hard and fast, carnal. As good as it had been, though, he wanted more. He wanted to take his time, drawing out her pleasure until she begged for release. He wanted to feel her beneath him. Riding him. Straddling his face. On her knees before him as she looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes ...
He told himself it was just the stress. It meant nothing, except that he had been fortunate to find a compatible bed partner, someone who seemed to like the same things he did.
That was what Sate was all about, right? Satisfaction. Indulgence.
He needed this.Deservedit after all his hard work. One more time wouldn’t hurt. She didn’t know who he was; he didn’t know who she was. After this brief respite from reality, they would never see each other again.
Feeling determined, Spencer set about his mission. He was going to find her. Then he was going to fuck her out of his system and get back on track.
Chapter Fifteen
Kayla sighed and meltedinto the massage table. Snorkeling had been fun, though it had taken a few tries to get the hang of it. Once or twice she forgot to breathe only through her mouth and ended up with an unexpected snout full of briny water. On the plus side, her nasal and sinus passages were cleaner than they had ever been.
Parasailing had been exhilarating. The only downside to that was that she had been paired with a woman who screeched and screamed through a good part of it.
The guy running the boat thought it would be a good idea to put two newbies together. The other woman had been visibly terrified, so he had thought it might calm her to have someone go up with her. It was a good idea, in theory.
Kayla had a feeling she would feel the woman’s grip on her forearm long after the visible bruises faded.
She was done with the exciting stuff. Now it was time to relax and enjoy what was left of her three-day dream getaway.
Soothing music played in the background, the same kind they played in her yoga class. Oil diffusers placed throughout the room filled the air with a pleasant mix of vanilla, sandalwood, and patchouli.
Naked beneath the draped white sheet, she waited patiently for the masseuse. She had opted for the full-body package and wondered if she would get Olga, the gorgeous Nordic beauty, or Sven, the Chris Hemsworth look-alike. At this point, either would be fine with her. In addition to being physically tired, she had used a lot of muscles her thirty-something body wasn’t used to using and was looking forward to a good, thorough rub down.
When the door closed softly behind her, Kayla didn’t bother opening her eyes; she could hear the masseuse moving around the private room in preparation. Then fragrant, hot oil drizzled over her back and shoulders. She groaned softly when she felt strong, masculine hands begin to work her overtaxed muscles. Sven it was.
It felt heavenly. No, better than heavenly. Sven had some magical hands. He worked slowly and methodically, starting with the knots at the base of her neck and working his way outward and down. She could have sworn she heard him suck in a breath when he pulled the sheet past her backside.
She smiled at the floor, glad now that she had listened to her trainer and kept squats and mountain-climbers in her workout routine. It was always nice when her hard work was appreciated.
