Then she sighed.
“Whatever.”
She dropped the towel, my mouth watered as she strutted away from my dresser. Layloni sexily crawled onto the bed, then laid on her stomach across my dark sheets. Her thick body stretched out in front of me, and I swear the sight alone had my mind going places it didn’t need to go. Her back curved beautifully, the way her wide hips spread, and ass poked stirred my loins.
Damn.
I poured some oil into my palm, rubbed my hands together before I stepped up beside the bed. The oil warmed between my hands before I placed them gently on her shoulders. Her skin was soft and smooth.
She flinched slightly at first, probably not expecting me to be as gentle with my hands. Once she settled from my touch, I started working the oil into her muscles slowly, pressing my thumbs along the tight spots near her shoulder blades.
Layloni let out a small breath.
“Mm…”
That little sound made something shift inside my chest.
“You tight as hell,” I said.
“I know,” she sighed. “I’ve been working a lot.”
My hands moved down her back, I spread the oil across her skin. It left her glowing under the soft light coming through the window.
“You work too damn hard,” I said quietly.
She didn’t answer right away. I could feel the tension slowly leaving her body as my hands moved lower, kneading the muscles along her back.
“Somebody gotta do it,” she finally said.
“My shop ain’t gonna run itself.”
I smirked slightly.
“Yeah, you a boss now.” I smirked.
She turned her head a little to look at me.
“Don’t start that.” She gave me a pointed look.
“What?” I frowned.
“You say it like you surprised.” She sounded slightly offended.
“Not surprised.”
Just proud… I thought.
I moved my hands lower and pressed gently along the curve of her lower back. Her body relaxed more under my touch.
“You always like this?” she asked softly.
“Like what?”
“This attentive and sweet.” She rested her face to the side and closed her eyes.
I chuckled under my breath.
“Nah.” I chuckled.
