for my actions.”
“You mean there’s a chance you could lose control?”
“Yeah.” Lucas sighed in defeat.
“Good. You’re so careful with me. I’m a woman not porcelain, I won’t break.”
“You’re eight months pregnant.”
“And? I mean seriously would it kill you to pull my hair, maybe?”
“Really, now.” He chuckled as he eased her off his lap. “Then I have one word for you.”
“Okay. I’m listening.”
“Run,” he whispered.
His chuckle turned into outright laughter as she backed away while glaring at him. He dropped forward and rested his elbows on his knees giving her time to get away. Only when he heard the screech of the hinges from the locker room door did he rise to give chase. Lucas rolled his shoulders as he pushed through the entry way to the main room. Colorful lights outlined the reception desk and different doorways that lead to other areas. Christmas tunes piped in through hidden speakers. Presents in brightly colored wrapping paper would appear and disappear beneath the tree as the lights decorating it flashed. The pine trembled and he tilted his head. A few minutes later, he continued walking, taking his time to peer behind the file cabinets.
He passed a massage station and retraced his steps, reaching out to grab the massage oil on the counter top. Twirling the bottle by the top, he tapped it on his thigh and continued his search. Lucas came out of the room on the other side of the tree where he thought he saw movement, pursing his lips at the empty space. He twisted his torso to look behind him when he caught the sight of the door swinging to the locker room.
He moved slowly, pressing through the entrance. He caught sight of her shadow as it vanished down an aisle. Narrowing his eyes, he shifted on his foot and walked in that direction. He took his time so he wouldn’t miss her, slamming the metal doors she’d opened to some of the lockers as a distraction. The clang of metal pervaded the room as he closed them one by one. Lucas shut the last door closed and there she was wedged between the banks of lockers. He dropped the bottle of oil and shook his head when Hope covered her mouth with both hands to contain her giggle.
“Found you.” He raised his hands and gripped the hem of her smock.
She arched a brow as she lifted her arms above her head. He rolled the garment up off her body and let the top fall from his fingers to the floor. Her mounds, cupped securely by her bra, had gotten bigger, practically pushing out of their confinement. He licked his lips as he slid the cups down and stared at her heavy breasts. Dipping his head, he took one taut nipple between his lips and rolled the hard nub on his tongue, while palming the other. He slid his free hand across her waist and down her back, traveling lower to grasp her ass and squeeze. The moans that his actions elicited from her had him squeezing again as he grazed his teeth on her nipple.
The way she pulled his hair and scratched his scalp spurred him to bite down harder. Her body bowed and her belly brushed his abdomen. He released the distended tip and dropped minute kisses along the top of her belly, bringing his palms to the sides of her stomach. Slowly he worked his way down the dark line that bisected her middle, sticking his tongue out to lick her belly button. Her hands slid from his hair and down to his shoulders, her nails digging into his back.
He grabbed the small container off the floor and rose from the squat, pulling her out of the space. Tangling her fingers with his, he tugged her toward the massage tables at the back of the room.
“Now, what are you doing?” Her voice was loaded with curiosity.
“I figure you’re always taking care of other people, me included. I think it’s time I took care of you.” They rounded the corner.
Before them were two rows of four black padded leather tables, shiny and clean from the
“You mean there’s a chance you could lose control?”
“Yeah.” Lucas sighed in defeat.
“Good. You’re so careful with me. I’m a woman not porcelain, I won’t break.”
“You’re eight months pregnant.”
“And? I mean seriously would it kill you to pull my hair, maybe?”
“Really, now.” He chuckled as he eased her off his lap. “Then I have one word for you.”
“Okay. I’m listening.”
“Run,” he whispered.
His chuckle turned into outright laughter as she backed away while glaring at him. He dropped forward and rested his elbows on his knees giving her time to get away. Only when he heard the screech of the hinges from the locker room door did he rise to give chase. Lucas rolled his shoulders as he pushed through the entry way to the main room. Colorful lights outlined the reception desk and different doorways that lead to other areas. Christmas tunes piped in through hidden speakers. Presents in brightly colored wrapping paper would appear and disappear beneath the tree as the lights decorating it flashed. The pine trembled and he tilted his head. A few minutes later, he continued walking, taking his time to peer behind the file cabinets.
He passed a massage station and retraced his steps, reaching out to grab the massage oil on the counter top. Twirling the bottle by the top, he tapped it on his thigh and continued his search. Lucas came out of the room on the other side of the tree where he thought he saw movement, pursing his lips at the empty space. He twisted his torso to look behind him when he caught the sight of the door swinging to the locker room.
He moved slowly, pressing through the entrance. He caught sight of her shadow as it vanished down an aisle. Narrowing his eyes, he shifted on his foot and walked in that direction. He took his time so he wouldn’t miss her, slamming the metal doors she’d opened to some of the lockers as a distraction. The clang of metal pervaded the room as he closed them one by one. Lucas shut the last door closed and there she was wedged between the banks of lockers. He dropped the bottle of oil and shook his head when Hope covered her mouth with both hands to contain her giggle.
“Found you.” He raised his hands and gripped the hem of her smock.
She arched a brow as she lifted her arms above her head. He rolled the garment up off her body and let the top fall from his fingers to the floor. Her mounds, cupped securely by her bra, had gotten bigger, practically pushing out of their confinement. He licked his lips as he slid the cups down and stared at her heavy breasts. Dipping his head, he took one taut nipple between his lips and rolled the hard nub on his tongue, while palming the other. He slid his free hand across her waist and down her back, traveling lower to grasp her ass and squeeze. The moans that his actions elicited from her had him squeezing again as he grazed his teeth on her nipple.
The way she pulled his hair and scratched his scalp spurred him to bite down harder. Her body bowed and her belly brushed his abdomen. He released the distended tip and dropped minute kisses along the top of her belly, bringing his palms to the sides of her stomach. Slowly he worked his way down the dark line that bisected her middle, sticking his tongue out to lick her belly button. Her hands slid from his hair and down to his shoulders, her nails digging into his back.
He grabbed the small container off the floor and rose from the squat, pulling her out of the space. Tangling her fingers with his, he tugged her toward the massage tables at the back of the room.
“Now, what are you doing?” Her voice was loaded with curiosity.
“I figure you’re always taking care of other people, me included. I think it’s time I took care of you.” They rounded the corner.
Before them were two rows of four black padded leather tables, shiny and clean from the
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