I push the button for the gymnasium, which is before her floor. Seeing my wife in her cute little workout gear might be more than I can handle, but I’m here for it.
Wife
Don’t start any trouble, Aust, I mean it
Me
Me, cause trouble?
Maybe my wife knows me better than I give her credit for.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
Willow
“Oh my god, right there,” I moan as Haze kneads my back with his huge hands.
We worked out, or rather, he annoyed me while I worked out, and then I had a tweak in my shoulder. Stupidly, I mentioned how sore I was from sitting at that damn desk all day, which only added to my pain, and a quick neck massage turned into this. I somehow forgot how good he was with his hands.
“You know, I seem to remember those exact words this mornin’ in your bathroom.” Oh, I can just picture the smile he has on his face. Smug bastard.
“Yeah, thanks for that bout of awkwardness with Connor,” I start, but it ends up in a moan again because he finds a notch between my shoulder blades. Thank god we’re back in my apartment. “That was really fucking a-awkward.”
“Well, we don’t have to worry about him anymore. Seriously, though, since when are you into the Wall Street types?”
“I don’t have a type.”
“Uh, huh, yes, you do.”
“Oh, you mean myhusband?”
“Did you change your name back?” he prompts, shutting me up for a second. “I know you go by Sinclair at work, but I just wondered.”
I swallow hard. “No, I didn’t.”
“So you are still Mrs. Dawson?”
“Shut up and keep moving those hands,” I reply. “You’re here to service my aching muscles, remember?”
He did promise me a rub down, but this isn’t quite what I had in mind.
“You know, if you take off your top and let me use some massage oil?—”
“Not a chance, we both know where that’ll end up.”
“Okay, but it’s your loss, you know how well I work those notches.”
I’m about to respond with another threat, but then I clamp my mouth shut. “A massage, H, no sex.”
“Right, this is about you, my love, nobody else.”
“Jesus, it’s only because I’m sore. Keep your hands to yourself.”
“That’s a little hard when I’m massagin’ you.”
“I meant on my back, not anywhere else,” I say. “Just to be clear.”
