I grin. “I’m kidding. We have an appointment in the spa in fifteen minutes.”
“The spa.” She slides her fingers around the back of my neck under my collar. Shivers slide down my spine. “That sounds lovely.”
“We’re having a couples massage.” I set my hands on her waist and pull her closer.
“So decadent.”
“Right?” I brush a kiss over her mouth.
“This is… incredible.” She turns her head slightly as I move my mouth over her cheek. “Indulgent. I feel spoiled.”
“Good. That’s how I want you to feel.” I nuzzle her ear, breathing in her scent. “You’ve been doing so much for me. And for Tilly. And growing your business. I want you to be pampered. I want you to relax and let me look after you.”
“‘Look after me.’” Her lips quirk. “I hope that means lots of orgasms.”
“As many as you can handle and still walk out of here tomorrow.” I kiss her mouth again, giving just a hint of tongue and a nibble on the bottom lip.
“That sounds… definitely spoiled.” Her tone has gone breathy and low.
I open my mouth on her throat. “I want to spoil you rotten. Also fuck you senseless.”
She lets out a soft laugh. “Perfect.”
Great. I’m hard as a goalpost and have to lie down on a massage table. I’ll try to think about sharks.
“Those are for you.” I point to a big bouquet of orange roses on the dresser.
Her lips part and she walks over to them, brushing the petals with her fingertips. She plucks out the card that saysOrange is for passion, desire, energy, and fascination. She gazes at it for a long moment. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I’m not sure if she likes them or not. Maybe I’m overdoing it.
She heads into the bathroom. “Whoa.”
I follow her and peer over her shoulder at mosaic floors and walls with a gilded floral motif and gold-plated fixtures. “Wow.”
She gives me a look over her shoulder that’s both excited and fascinated. “Look. The toilet is in a separate room.”
I grin and she disappears into the water closet. When she comes out, I say, “Did you see the tub?” I gesture at the soaker tub.
“Ohhhh, that’s nice.”
“We can make use of it later.” I kiss the back of her neck and fondle her sweet ass. I can’t keep my hands off her. That’s pretty much what this date is going to be—me molesting her non-stop.
“I can’t wait.”
We make our way to the spa for our appointment. It, too, is plush and elegant. As we sit in the waiting room, she leans over to me. “I’m intimidated.”
“Yeah?”
She nods, eyes wide. “Do you do stuff like this often? I know you’re a rich hockey player, I just never imagined…”
“All the time.” I wave a hand. “This is nothing.”
She gazes back at me.
“I’m kidding. But don’t worry. Don’t be intimidated. You deserve this.”
“Okay.”
