Corey:Can either of you watch Lexi on Monday? Spence has asked me on a date.
Archie:A date? Awesome.
Corey:Can you?
Blake:I can if Archie can’t.
Archie:I think it’s my turn to miss out on sex.
Blake:I wasn’t going to be the jerk who pointed that out, but yes, it is your turn.
Corey:Thanks, Archie.
“All sorted?” Spence asks as I put my phone away.
“Yeah, Archie’s going to watch Lexi.” An excited buzz fills my chest. “We’re going on a date.”
“On Monday. But right now, we have a few hours before I’ve got to get ready to go to work. Until then, I’m all yours.”
We move towards each other, meeting in the middle.
“What do you want to do?” I ask right before our lips collide.
We run our hands over each other’s backs.
“I can think of a few things,” Spence says.
I chuckle against his lips. “Me too.”
“Would you like to start with a massage?” He nips and licks my jaw.
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
I let Spence lead me into the bedroom, happy for him to take charge. He undresses me with great care, stroking and kissing my skin as he peels each piece of clothing off my body. By the time he asks me to lie on my stomach on the bed, I’m already a hundred times more relaxed than when we walked into the room, and he hasn’t even started to massage me. I look over my shoulder at him as he takes his own clothes off, licking my lips at the delicious sight of his body. He gets the massage oil, straddles me, and begins to work his magic. I let my eyes flutter shut as his fingers dig deep into my muscles, slowly easing away the knots that seem to be in permanent residence under my skin.
Before long, I’m a moaning puddle on the bed, my shoulders and back pleasantly sore and warm from the massage. The oil has a heavenly scent that only helps to relax me further. Spence doesn’t stop when he’s done with my back. He works on my left arm.
“You’ve got to have been trained to do this,” I say in a faraway tone. “No way you’re this good at giving massages without training.”
“I worked in a massage parlour during the first two years of my medical degree. I started on reception.”
I bite out a groan as he digs his fingers into a particularly hard knot in my arm.
“I became friends with the owner, and he offered to teach me how to do massages. Not professionally, obviously. You need qualifications for that.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Were you sleeping with him?”
Spence grins. “I’m not sure I’d describe it as sleeping together. There was never any of that, but we fucked. I doubt you want to hear about my past relationships while we’re naked on my bed.”
I shrug. “I thinkpastis the important word there.”
He chuckles. “I suppose that’s true.”
He starts to massage my other arm, and I forget what we were talking about. It’s so amazing.
After making my arm feel like jelly, Spence massages each of my legs, finishing with long, heavenly strokes across the soles of my feet. Then he presses his hands all over my body, warming my oily skin.
“Feel better, sweet boy?”
