Page 56 of Revenge Is a Dish Best Served… Wearing Heels?

"They put in the least amount of effort possible now, probably only to make themselves look good. Like Leona came to visit not too long ago, the first time she's seen her son in months, and my dad takes Archie out to dinner every other Thursday." Anger rose up in me at their pathetic displays of parenting, purely for show.

"How nice of them," my beautiful dinner companion said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She really understood. "My thoughts exactly."

"Well, it's a good thing, what you're doing. And even if he's..." She smiled, looking toward the closed door. "...a challenge sometimes, he'll be eternally grateful for it all someday."

I smiled back, the moment stretching out, our eyes locked, something passing in the air between us.

"This, uh, may seem forward of me," she began hesitantly, "but I keep noticing you stretching your neck."

I was? I hadn't even realized it. "Oh, yeah, well, just a little kink from sleeping weird, and then the plane didn't help matters."

Her gaze went soft. Damn, I could get used to that expression directed at me.

"Would you like me to massage it?" she asked.

Excuse me. What?

"I mean, I'm not the best at that sort of thing," she went on. "But I could... well, I could try."

Fuck yes. "That sounds amazing."

Brightness lit up her eyes even more. "Stay right where you are," she commanded.

Hot damn. "Yes, ma'am."

Scooting back, she got up from her chair and came around to my side of the table. She stood in the space behind me, her proximity palpable before she even touched me.

There was hesitation.No, no, no. Please don't back out.

"I—" she said.

I stretched my neck to one side and made a noise. "Right there, babe. If you could get that one spot, I'll forever be in your debt, and I'll probably reach enlightenment."

Her laughter was like music to my ears and then she placed her hands on me. Yeah, enlightenment was not an exaggeration. The woman had barely touched me and I was already a goner.

And then her hands started to move, kneading the stiff muscles where my shoulders met my neck... oh, right, my traps. God, she had me so out of my mind, I'd forgotten basic anatomy.

Her touch was gentle, a bit tentative. "Is that too much?"

"No," I groaned, leaning into it.

"So harder?"

"Whatever you want. Just as long as you keep touching me."

She laughed again, her hesitation falling away as she continued caressing me, digging in a bit harder now, the feeling beyond heaven.

Her breasts rubbed against me, and ladies and gentlemen, that was the end of this being a PG massage. My cock stirred to life. Oh, who was I kidding? It'd been at half-mast ever since she'd exited the car.

"Oops, sorry," she whispered.

"Don't ever be sorry forthat."

"Um, okay," she said with a giggle.

This was swiftly becoming torture... but the best kind of torture. And yeah, I was definitely embarrassing myself now, squirming a bit, dying to adjust myself in my suddenly too-tight pants.