Page 15 of Hollywood Undercover
Alexandra hung up and strolled into the master bathroom. It was a welcome routine to fill the tub with hot, steamy water and Japanese bath salts for a hint of jasmine scent. While waiting for the bath to run, she remembered Evangeline’s massage set and thought,what the hell.She brought it in to try out one or two ofthem.
After undressing, she wrapped herself in an Egyptian cotton bath robe, and went into the attached sitting room where she often sat to think. On the one hand, she couldn’t wait to leave. On the other, the closer it got to her flight date, the more she wondered if Rick was right.Am I running away from my problems, or is something different at play? Deep down, she was secretly tired of some aspects of the business, as well as her screwed-up love life. She had been jaded and disheartened, and now, she wasn’t sure whether going home would energize her or make her more reluctant to return. She grabbed the cordless phone on the end table to call home. It rang, but no one answered. She checked the time. Dad was usually home by now. She put down the cordless phone and walked over to the filled bathtub. She would try phoning again in the morning to let him know her plans to comehome.
Peeling back the robe, she let it drop to the floor, and stepped into the tub. She lowered herself in, allowing the bubbles, hot water and jasmine aroma to transport her away from all her worry. She sank deeper still to get her tense neck down in the steamy heat. All that was left above water was her face and the top of her head. She relaxed for a few minutes, and when the tingling burn of the water started to subside, she took her bath sponge and started scrubbing herlegs.
God, my feet are so sore from running around allday.
She would give anything for Izumi, her regular masseuse, to massage her feet and back right now. Too bad she didn’t livenearby.
She lifted one leg out of the water and placed it to hang on the edge of the bathtub. She wanted to get the edge off, and found her mind returning to the erotic massage kit. She reached over to the small counter and took the waterproof we-massager from the kit. It was time she indulged in a bit of battery-operated self-love. She turned on the massager—thank goodness she looked that up online earlier—and placed it on her neck. The thing was pure heaven, the way it kneaded out those knots that had been annoying her allweek.
Aww hell. Whynot?
When her neck felt sufficiently relaxed, she slid it down between her breasts, over her stomach, and let it stop on her mound. The sensation aroused her quickly, and soon she was panting. The sensitive flesh between her legs began to throb with need. She began to imagine it was a man’s tongue devouring her as she bucked and screamed. She nearly came apart when she moved it lower, right over her folds. It was so intense, her legs trembled and buckled as she quickly reached her firstpeak.
It took her a few minutes to recover, but now she was into it. She bent the massager into more of an L shape, and positioned it so one end slowly entered her, while the other continued to massage her folds. Images of a gorgeously handsome, buff fantasy man surfaced. She pictured him taking over, teasing her hardened bud with his finger while he slid insideher.
She bit her bottom lip and moved a hand up to her breasts. She placed two fingers over her nipples, picturing his tongue as it circled them. She could hit her peak for a second time, it felt so good. She spread her thighs wider and rocked her hips as she indulged in the erotic fantasy. Before long, her hips moved faster. Her stomach clenched. She flexed and tightened as her climax spread out from her core, making every inch of her body tingle as she came with a wild, unbridledfierceness.
Panting heavily, she slowly eased the massager out and caught her breath. It was settled. She was taking this kit home withher.
