“Amazing,” I breathe out. “I wish you had been there though. Your muscles could use some relaxing.”
I grip his broad shoulders and massage the muscles slowly. Groaning softly, he nods, clearly enjoying my “skills.”
Running his hands up and down on my thighs, he smirks. “I wouldn’t have been able to keep my eyes off of you while you wore a white robe with hardly anything underneath.” Placing a kiss on my earlobe, he bites slightly.
His words shouldn’t affect me this much, yet here I am, nearly swooning.
Leaning back, I meet his darkened eyes. “You feel super tense, sir. I’ll massage you.”
He smirks. “Is it free?”
“It’ll only cost you a kiss,” I reply while running my hand through his hair.
“I would give you a million kisses if that was the charge.” Grasping my neck tightly, he angles my head back and attaches his lips to mine furiously.
He kisses me hungrily. Running his tongue along my lips, he begs for entrance, and I open up to him. Our tongues battle for dominance as he grips my face tightly with his other hand, holding me in place. Compelling my entire body to give in to the pleasure it craves.
I pop my lips off of his, needing air desperately, and he leans forward, trying to find me again, but then he opens his eyes seconds later with a hazy expression.
“Only one kiss, remember?” I whisper, focusing my hooded gaze on his slightly swollen lips.
“I’m for sure remembering that now,” he mumbles, dropping the back of his head to the couch behind him.
I hop off of him with a clap, and he raises an eyebrow, clearly in pain, seeing as his hard-on is straining against his gray sweatpants.
“Let me give you a back massage.” Taking his tatted hand in mine, I pull him up.
As we walk to the bed together, I hear him mumble under his breath, “You can massage something else, but it’s definitely not my back.”
Pushing him on the back, I direct him to lie on his stomach.
Doing as I said, he glances over at me with a smile that instantly brightens my face. “Don’t do it.”
My hands itch to do it. The opportunity is right in front of me.
“Trinity, don’t do it!” he playfully yells out.
Winding my hand back, I slap his butt so hard that my palm stings from the impact.
“Fuck, shit,” he groans, muffling the sounds of pain into a pillow. “You have so much power in that skinny body of yours.”
Scoffing, I settle myself on his ass, so I can massage him easier. “My muscles are bigger than yours, buddy.” My tone is serious, not hinting that I’m joking.
Leonidas’s biceps alone are bigger than my head.
His body vibrates due to his laughter. Snorting once, he nods, agreeing sarcastically, “Yeah, sure. Keep lying to yourself.”
When I knead my fingertips into his back, he lets out a sound of appreciation. “Is this heaven?” Leonidas’s voice speaks into the pillow. “Because it feels like it.”
Continuing my handiwork on his back, my hands grow tired, but hearing the sounds that come out of his mouth becomes worth the pain. Ten minutes later, when silence fills the room as I scratch his back, I decide to make things interesting. There’s nothing better than a good prank on your overprotective boyfriend.
“Is now a bad time to mention that it was a man massaging me?”
He stills under me. His head turns to glance over his shoulder at me, and his face twists angrily. “A man massaged you?”
Cold, furious eyes cause goose bumps to rise on my skin.
I nod my head innocently. “They were double-booked, so I had no choice. I was scared to tell you, but I can’t keep secrets for the life of me.”
