wipe down they’d received before the masseuses left. Next to the tables were fluffy white towels stacked high on the adjacent counters and ready for use on the next work day. Rolling carts were parked next to the individual cabinets, their metal tops empty.
Lucas pulled Hope toward the first table and set the container he held on the counter top.
“I can’t lay on that.” She waved a hand in front of her belly.
“Lie on your side.” He grabbed her by the waist, hefting her up.
§ § §
The soft pleather swooshed, releasing air under her weight. Hope stared at the narrow cot and swiveled her head to stare at him. “Baby, I appreciate the sentiment but this isn’t big enough to hold me.”
“We really have to work on your trust issues.” Lucas walked around the table.
Deft fingers skittered over her skin and the bra straps fell loose on her arms. She slid it off and dropped it on the floor. Soft lips brushed the nape of her neck with just a hint of tickle from the scruff that surrounded his mouth. She tilted her head forward and felt the slow slide of his tongue slip down her spine. Her fingers curved around the lip of the cot, the cool metal edge cutting into her palm. His fingers left goose bumps in their wake as they slithered up her sides. Air cooled the moist trail his tongue left on her skin when he pulled away. She saw movement from the corner of her eye as he reached for the bottle that he’d been toting along with him.
The liquid poured over her shoulders was cold and she shivered. Then his hands were on her body, gliding over her skin, rubbing the tight knots of muscle in her back. The constant movement of his palms generated heat that bled into her body. She rolled her head on her neck. His hands slid around her body and he took her breast into his palms plucking at her pert nipples. A low moan slipped through her lips as he kneaded the soft tissue of her orbs. She leaned back and felt his chest support her. The hair on his chin prickled her throat as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit down. Warm cream flooded the folds of her pussy.
Lucas slid his slick hands lower, rubbing her belly before pulling away. The loss of his body heat made Hope look over her shoulder. He’d unbuttoned his jeans, allowing himself room given the bulge that pressed on his zipper. She ran her hands on her thighs. He was hers and being with him still made her nervous. Pulling her lips between her teeth, she chewed on her top lip. She knew it couldn’t last. Nothing so good ever did for her.
He followed her gaze then raised his head to meet her stare; a crooked smile exposed one dimple. Lucas waggled his brows and walked around the cot to face her. “One day at a time, babe.” He pulled her lip from between her teeth, leaned in, and licked at the sting of her bruised lip. Rearing back, he gripped her hips. “I have an idea.”
“You’re killing me here.” She pressed her thighs together and the pulsating in her cleft intensified.
He helped her from the table and turned her around to place her elbows on the padded surface. His fingers glided under the elastic of her work pants and he rolled them down, dragging them off her legs. She wiggled in place. Desperation had her digging into the soft material of the cushion when he kissed the backs of her knees. Stomping her feet to keep from jogging as he slid his tongue up her thigh and nipped at her ass cheek. Her belly brushed the edge of the cot and she jerked away from the metal.
“Will you stop touching me already?” she huffed.
“Okay.” He eased away and stood mere inches away, covering her but not touching her. He put his hand next to hers holding the cots rim.
“That’s not what I meant.” She spoke through clenched teeth.
“Is this what you want?” The sound of him lowering his zipper competed with the muffled Christmas music. He bent and pushed up against her, his cock
Lucas pulled Hope toward the first table and set the container he held on the counter top.
“I can’t lay on that.” She waved a hand in front of her belly.
“Lie on your side.” He grabbed her by the waist, hefting her up.
§ § §
The soft pleather swooshed, releasing air under her weight. Hope stared at the narrow cot and swiveled her head to stare at him. “Baby, I appreciate the sentiment but this isn’t big enough to hold me.”
“We really have to work on your trust issues.” Lucas walked around the table.
Deft fingers skittered over her skin and the bra straps fell loose on her arms. She slid it off and dropped it on the floor. Soft lips brushed the nape of her neck with just a hint of tickle from the scruff that surrounded his mouth. She tilted her head forward and felt the slow slide of his tongue slip down her spine. Her fingers curved around the lip of the cot, the cool metal edge cutting into her palm. His fingers left goose bumps in their wake as they slithered up her sides. Air cooled the moist trail his tongue left on her skin when he pulled away. She saw movement from the corner of her eye as he reached for the bottle that he’d been toting along with him.
The liquid poured over her shoulders was cold and she shivered. Then his hands were on her body, gliding over her skin, rubbing the tight knots of muscle in her back. The constant movement of his palms generated heat that bled into her body. She rolled her head on her neck. His hands slid around her body and he took her breast into his palms plucking at her pert nipples. A low moan slipped through her lips as he kneaded the soft tissue of her orbs. She leaned back and felt his chest support her. The hair on his chin prickled her throat as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit down. Warm cream flooded the folds of her pussy.
Lucas slid his slick hands lower, rubbing her belly before pulling away. The loss of his body heat made Hope look over her shoulder. He’d unbuttoned his jeans, allowing himself room given the bulge that pressed on his zipper. She ran her hands on her thighs. He was hers and being with him still made her nervous. Pulling her lips between her teeth, she chewed on her top lip. She knew it couldn’t last. Nothing so good ever did for her.
He followed her gaze then raised his head to meet her stare; a crooked smile exposed one dimple. Lucas waggled his brows and walked around the cot to face her. “One day at a time, babe.” He pulled her lip from between her teeth, leaned in, and licked at the sting of her bruised lip. Rearing back, he gripped her hips. “I have an idea.”
“You’re killing me here.” She pressed her thighs together and the pulsating in her cleft intensified.
He helped her from the table and turned her around to place her elbows on the padded surface. His fingers glided under the elastic of her work pants and he rolled them down, dragging them off her legs. She wiggled in place. Desperation had her digging into the soft material of the cushion when he kissed the backs of her knees. Stomping her feet to keep from jogging as he slid his tongue up her thigh and nipped at her ass cheek. Her belly brushed the edge of the cot and she jerked away from the metal.
“Will you stop touching me already?” she huffed.
“Okay.” He eased away and stood mere inches away, covering her but not touching her. He put his hand next to hers holding the cots rim.
“That’s not what I meant.” She spoke through clenched teeth.
“Is this what you want?” The sound of him lowering his zipper competed with the muffled Christmas music. He bent and pushed up against her, his cock
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