Page 45 of Delivery After Dark (Gansett Island #28)

He gave her a sexy side-eyed look. “Would I be required to get naked?”

“Absolutely.”

“Would you?”

“Absolutely not . I’m a professional.” She nudged him backward toward one of the rooms. “Everything off. Put your things on that chair or hang them on the hook.” She pointed to the O-shaped pillow at the head of the bed. “We’ll start facedown.”

“Got it.”

“Be back in a few.”

“I’ll be here.”

Sierra went into the break room to add some ice to her water bottle, preparing for the most meaningful massage of her career for the man she was quickly falling in love with. She couldn’t deny the feelings were big and overwhelming and getting more so with every minute she spent with him.

When he was around, the air cracked with potential and electricity—no pun intended in light of her current predicament. Ugh, forty-four hundred dollars. That was a big hit, but at least she didn’t have to pay labor.

She knocked on the door to his room. “Ready?”

“Yep.”

When she walked in to him bare-ass naked on her table, she laughed. “Most people get under the covers.”

He raised his head to look at her. “I’m not most people, and it’s nothing you haven’t already seen.”

“That’s true.” Was it hot in there, or was it him? It was definitely him. She rubbed some lavender oil on her hands and held it beneath the pillow. “Take a couple of deep breaths.”

“Smells good.”

“That’s the idea.”

She took her sweet time as she worked on his shoulders, back and arms, for once not paying attention to the clock. Time ceased to exist as she kneaded knots until they released their hold on him.

“Feels so good, babe.”

“Glad to hear it.”

His hand hooked around her leg and slid up to cup her ass.

“No molesting the masseuse.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not allowed.”

“I want my money back.”

“Haha.”

He continued to squeeze and shape her ass while she moved down to do the same to his. “If you keep that up, things are going to happen.”

“This is a place of business, Mr. Weyland. Your behavior could get you banned for life.”

He turned so he was face up, which was when she noticed he was hard. “What a way to go.” Somehow, he managed to lift her so she was on the table with him.

She let out a huff of protest. “I’m not finished with your treatment, sir.”

“I can’t take having your hands all over me and not being able to touch you, too. If you want me to relax, I need your help.” He nuzzled her neck and nibbled on her earlobe as he eased her top up and over her head. “Have you ever done it on a massage table?”

“Of course I haven’t. I’m a licensed professional, Mr. Weyland.”

“I love when you scold me. It’s hot as fuck.” He arranged her so she straddled him and sat up to release the clasp on her bra. “Tell me to stop if this is messing with your feng shui or whatever.”

Amused, she said, “I’m surprised you know what that is.”

“I know stuff.”

“You’re exceptionally good at removing female clothing. You must’ve had a lot of practice.”

He shrugged as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “None of that matters now that you’re here. It was all preparing me for you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” With his hands on her face, he kissed her with the kind of wild passion she’d heard about but never fully experienced until he came along to show her what she’d been missing. “Can this table hold us both?”

“We’re going to find out.”

“What’s the over-under?”

“It’s good for up to six hundred pounds, so we should be okay.”

“Good to know.” He moved smoothly to put her under him and tugged at the button to her jeans, peeling them off along with her panties.

With his feet on the floor, he buried his face between her legs, sliding his fingers into her and taking her right to the precipice of release before backing off and doing it again.

As she looked up at the ceiling she’d painted herself with stars and moons and planets to give her clients something fun to look at, she couldn’t believe this was happening in one of her treatment rooms. How would she ever step foot in that room again and not think of the sight of his dark head between her legs as he brought her to a screaming orgasm?

He slid her to the edge and pushed into her as he leaned over to tug her nipple into his mouth.

Sierra wrapped her legs around his back and buried a hand in his hair as she held on for the wild ride.

On her massage table. If she had an ounce of sense left, she might find that ridiculously funny and slightly scandalous.

But at the moment, she couldn’t find the wherewithal to care about anything other than the divine way he made her feel.

Once again, he made her scream as she came so hard, she saw stars.

And then she froze when she heard something outside the door.

“Sierra! Sierra!”

Oh my God, it’s Duke.

“Let me up. Quick.” She had time to put an arm across her breasts before Duke burst into the room, looking panicked.

“One of the guys heard you scream. I… uh… Okay, then.” His face bright red with embarrassment, he backed out, closing the door.

Behind her, Morgan rocked with silent laughter.

“It’s not funny!”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s not! Poor Duke.” She grabbed a robe she kept behind the door for clients and ran after her friend. “Duke, wait!”

“Sorry to barge in on ya,” Duke said without turning back. “Was worried about you.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Didn’t know what to think when the guys heard screaming.”

His building and hers shared a common wall, which she’d forgotten while she’d screamed her head off.

“Thank you for checking on me.”

“No problem. You’ll understand if I can never make eye contact again with either of you.”

Smiling, Sierra took his arm and made him turn around. “There,” she said when he looked at her. “Was that so hard?”

“It was very, very hard.”

She laughed. “I guess now we’re even. We’ve both barged in on each other at inopportune times.”

Morgan strolled out of the room, wearing only jeans that were unbuttoned. “Is he still speaking to us?”

“Barely.”

“Thank you for checking on Sierra when you thought something was wrong,” Morgan said as he put his arm around her. “That makes you a very good friend to both of us.”

Duke was so cute when he blushed and totally ruined his bad-boy vibe. “Sounds like things are going well between you two. Glad to never hear it again.”

With that, Duke departed, and Sierra buried her face in Morgan’s chest. “Mortifying.”

“He’s going to tell his guys he saved you from a thorough fucking.”

Sierra shrieked. “ Stop! He’d better not tell them that.”

“You know he’s gonna.”

Moaning, she said, “I’ll never be able to go over there for free candy again.”

He hugged her. “Aw, poor baby. I’ll get you all the candy you can eat.”

Sierra started to laugh and couldn’t stop. She laughed so hard, she would’ve peed her pants had she been wearing them.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this,” she said when she finally caught her breath.

“Neither of us will, so what do you say we go finish what we started, minus the screaming this time?”

“I think we’ve had enough for now, don’t you?”

He surprised her when he lifted her off her feet to carry her back to the room. “I have a feeling I’m never going to get enough of you.”