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“What?” she asked. “Is my hair sticking up?” She smoothed her hands over her head.

“No,” I said. “I just wish I had that memory, too.”

“I don’t,” she said. “That one’s just for me.”

It was Cassandra’s idea to go to the spas once we got back to the hotel. “They’re closed now, but I happen to know someone with the key.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay in the room?” I asked as we slipped in the back door of the hotel, hand in hand.

“Trust me, you’ll like them.”

Due to our wrangling of schedules, Lila had been the one to tour the spas during the review. I’d seen them in photos, but this was my first time experiencing them myself.

We entered via the service access door, where Cassandra flipped on the lights. They were low and atmospheric, and I knew from the photos there were different colors for the eight interconnected rooms. Music began streaming from the speakers; a Lo-Fi beat that sounded like the kind of thing they played in a sultry European club.

The spas had been installed early last year—possibly the one thing the man after Cass’s Mom, George, had done right, though it was Shannon Kelly who’d planned them years before. Along with the golf course, they were the reason the hotel still had the numbers it did.

“Griff had Gus keep all the rooms powered up until midnight tonight,” she said as she pointed me to the change rooms.

Cassandra insisted we change separately

“What about the cameras?”

“I told Griff to get Gus to turn them off, unless he wanted to see his sister’s bare ass in every pool.

My dick twitched at even the thought of her being naked.

Ten minutes later, we reconvened, showered and wearing the fluffy white hotel robes provided. “Ready?” Cassandra asked.

“I was born ready,” I said.

As she unbelted her robe and inched it open, I made a sound close to a groan. When she slipped it off her shoulders, tossing it on a nearby bench, it was more like a growl.

“I changed my mind,” I said, slipping off my robe. “This was a very good idea.”

She winked, then strode in front of me toward the first room, a cavernous space that looked like an ice cave, filled with steaming water. Benches lined the circular pool and low blue lights lit it up, so it looked cold, but felt hot.

She walked down the sloping floor, the water rising up to her knees, and then her thighs.

I made myself stay out of the water until she was all the way in. I didn’t know how else to keep my hands off her.

Her back was to me, and she trailed her fingers in the water, deep enough now that the water lapped at her ass.

My dick swelled, not quite hard, but no longer benignly soft, either.

Music filled the air around us, the beat pulsing just low and steady enough to feel like it was running through my veins.

“You look like a Viking goddess,” I said.

She turned around and sucked in air. “And you look like a god.”

That sent a fire to my limbs. I couldn’t stay away any longer. I walked into the water like a crocodile after a stork. When I reached her, I trailed my wet fingers down her body, from the sides of her neck down her collar, and over the soft peaks of her tits.

Then I kneeled and cupped them in my hands, a feast I’d been dying to taste.

She gasped as I took a nipple in my mouth, breathing in sharper and sharper jags as I sucked and teased it into a hard point.

“You’re perfect,” I said before taking the other one with my tongue, swirling its already-hardened peak. “I could spend all night on your perfect tits,” I said, massaging and sucking and tugging on the nipples until she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me away.