Opening the door wider, I let her see into the bedroom instead of answering her.
“What is this?” Ivory asks, looking around the room and then back to me every few seconds. Candles give the room a subtle glow. Steam from the bath seeps into the bedroom from the ensuite adding to the intimate atmosphere. I watch Ivory’s eyes each time they meet mine as the scene begins to register in her eyes. The slight inhale tells me the final piece clicks into place.
“You did this for me?”
“Welcome to the spa.” Ivory lets out a startled sound that is mixed with shock and humor. It’s like she can’t believe what she is seeing.
“You created a spa for me?” I want to punch the tools she has dated in the past for making her feel like this isn’t possible.
Stepping up behind her, I grasp her hips. Ivory leans back resting against me for a moment, still in shock. Slowly guiding her to the bathroom with my hands still on her hips, I say, “You said you missed the spa. Since you can’t go to one, I decided to bring one to you.”
“Preston.” Crossing the threshold into the bathroom with her, the smells of coconut, driftwood and sea air fill the space. Ivory takes in the candles and the full steamy bathtub.
Brushing the hair off of one shoulder and moving it to the other, I lean in until my lips graze her ear. “Do you like it?”
“I love it,” Ivory says, regaining some of her words. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”
“Hollywood, I told you already. I would do just about anything for you.” She spins in my arms, but my hands never leave her body. They slide over her pulling her into my body as she faces me. Her hands land on my chest. One small palm against my erratically beating heart.
“Are you joining me in the bath?” This little minx. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“I would love nothing more than to get into that bath with you right now…”
“But?”
“But we would never make it to the rest of what I have planned if I did,” I say, tucking some stray hair behind her ear. She gently strokes my chest. “Plus, I don’t think we’ll both fit in there.” I tip my chin towards the small tub.
“We could make it work.”
“Next time,” I say, gripping her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “You’re going to soak in the tub. When you’re ready to get out, call for me. I have a few surprises planned for you. You deserve a little pampering.”
“Okay.” Ivory pouts but I can tell she’s looking forward to this.
“Good girl.” Fire lights her eyes. I leave the bathroom before I can do the exact opposite of what I said I would do. Before I can strip her and sink us both into the bathtub. With Ivory on my cock.
I walk straight out the bathroom door. I don’t go back to the bedroom. I don’t look back because even a glimpse of Ivory undressing would have me breaking. I wouldn’t be able to say no again. Leaving Ivory to soak in the tub, I clean up our workstations on the dining table on the island and set up the nail salon portion ofMission Super Secret Surprise Spa Day.
It feels like hours later when Ivory finally calls from the bedroom. I walk back into the bedroom and find her standing between the bed and the bathroom. She has the small white towel I laid out on the toilet wrapped around her body. It covers the essential parts but the swell of her breasts peek over the top and the bottom barely reaches the tops of her legs.
I’ve seen Ivory on the red carpet. I’ve seen her on TV. I’ve seen her in movies. I’ve seen her dressed up and dressed down. Full makeup. No makeup. I’ve seen her in a teeny bikini and a one-piece swimsuit. I’ve seen her in workout gear, loungewear, and on the verge of death on a hike. Her words, not mine. I have never—and I mean never—seen this woman look more beautiful than she is right now, standing in the candlelight glow of this bedroom. Her hair is up in a messy bun on top of her head. Wet tendrils falling down her neck. Water droplets dripping between her cleavage. I’ve never wanted her more than I want her in this moment. It will be a miracle if I make it through this massage without blowing in my pants.
“Did you enjoy your bath?”
“You really went all out.”
“You didn’t really think I would half ass a spa day, did you?”
“You are full of surprises, Preston Fields.”
“Only the best for my girl.”My girl?A coy smile dances on Ivory’s plush lips at my slip. Her eyes sparkle in the candle light. I might not have meant to say it, but it’s how I truly think of her. Seeing her reaction, she likes it as much as I do. “Are you ready for more surprises?”
“More?”
“Every spa day needs a massage, right?”
“You’re giving me a massage?” Ivory’s eyes widen.
“Yes,” I say, gesturing towards the bed and the oils on the nightstand.
