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“If I join you, then my plans for how I’ll focus on you will have to be adjusted.”

Just like my dick currently needed to be adjusted…

“Mmm, I think I’m okay with that.”

I chuckled. “I’m sure but I’m sticking to the plan.”

“But if I’m the focus, then the plan should be whatever I want.”

"I agree but tonight isn't about sex. It's about me taking care of you."

"Maybe I need sex to feel taken care of."

I stood and grabbed a full body towel from the warming rack. "You’ll survive, stand up."

Scotlyn lifted from the water and I groaned at the visual of bubbles sliding down her body. I held the towel open, waiting while she stepped out of the tub, then wrapped it around her. She gripped the edge and I pulled her into my chest. “Feel better?”

"Much better and you're getting wet.”

"I'll survive."

I dried her off, leaving kisses on her skin while I took my time working the towel over her body.

"This feels very intimate."

“Because it is."

After she was dry, I led her to my bedroom and she stood at the foot of the bed fidgeting.

“Stay put.”

I walked back to the bathroom, grabbed another full body towel from the warmer and the massage oil. When I returned to the room, I spread the towel across the foot of the bed then motioned for Scotlyn to lay down.

She stared at me curiously for a minute but did as I asked.

“I get a massage?”

“Yes.”

“With a happy ending?” She arched her brow and I laughed.

“No sex tonight, Scot.”

While she got comfortable, I removed all of my clothes until I was down to just my briefs. Her eyes trailed over my body and lingered at the very visible thickness of my hard dick.

“Are you sure sex is off the table?”

“Very sure.”

I climbed onto the bed, my knees on either side of Scotlyn's thighs. She lay on her stomach with her head turned to the side. My eyes traveled down the length of her back, the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass.

"You’re quiet?

"You’re beautiful, I’m enjoying the moment." I reached for the massage oil, flipped the lid up, and poured some into my palm. It was the same scent as the bath balm and soap that lingered on her skin—cedar and mandarin—and I was damn sure going to always associate both with her. I rubbed my hands together and let the oil warm in my palms before I softly touched the base of her neck. She flinched at the contact then relaxed.

"Good?” I pressed my fingers into her skin and began working her muscles.

She exhaled a sigh. "Yes, perfect."