She pulled the blankets down and peeked out at him, unable to hide the faintly mischievous smile on her face.
“Though it’s clear to me what happened,” Reese said easily. “Your bun’s on too tight.”
She scowled and smacked him in the arm. “Not funny.”
He rolled into bed and grabbed her, dragging her against him. “Neither’s faking a headache.”
She bit lightly at his earlobe, since it was so close to her mouth. “It was the only way I could get rid of Daphne. She wanted me to go into town with her and Cade.”
“And you wanted to spend the day with me?” He seemed smugly pleased at the thought.
“Of course. You lost a bet, remember? Time for you to pay up.”
“Ah, that’s right.” His hands slid over her body, then landed on her br**sts, exploring. “Your slave for a day. I guess I’m off to a good start with breakfast in bed.”
“You are,” she agreed.
“But since you’re not really sick . . .” He leaned over her and grabbed a pancake off the stack and took a bite out of it.
“Hey! Those are mine.”
“Damn, Audrey. You’re a good cook,” he told her between mouthfuls. “You’re going to make Cade a lucky man someday.”
She snorted and plucked a pancake off the stack herself, taking a bite. It was plain, but still delicious. “I am, aren’t I?”
“So what did you have in mind for your naughty slave today, O Mistress?”
She pretended to consider for a moment—like she hadn’t already figured it all out in advance. “I think I’d like a full body massage, followed by more massaging in the hot tub. Then I’d like for it to be followed up by a nice round of or*l s*x.”
“Demanding mistress,” he said with amusement.
“A good mistress knows what she wants and goes after it.”
“Indeed she does.” He finished his pancake and licked his fingers in a way that made her get all hot and wet just watching him. “So when should we start?”
“Whenever you want to,” she said breathlessly. They hadn’t made plans to sneak out last night, and she hadn’t realized how much she’d hungered for him. It seemed like forever since they’d last touched, but it had been less than a day.
Far too many hours.
“Mmm, after breakfast, then. I’m starving.” And he nipped at her fingers as if to prove it.
They split the pancakes, eating quietly while cuddled on the bed. It was nice to just lay in Reese’s arms and eat together, enjoying simply being together. It made them feel a bit like . . . the real deal.
Which, of course, was dangerous, since she was going to get her heart broken.
So she slowly raised one bare foot in the air and examined it thoughtfully. “It looks like it needs a massage, doesn’t it?”
“Does it now?”
“I think so,” she told him. “Time for my slave to spring into action.”
He got out of bed and, to her surprise, disappeared down the hall. She frowned and reached for her cup of coffee, sipping it as she waited for him to return. Sure enough, he did a few minutes later and flung the blankets down on the ground, then scooped her into his arms.
She clung to him. “What are you doing?”
“Your slave remembers his orders,” he said in a cheerful voice, heading out the door. “A nice full body massage in the hot tub and then or*l s*x.”
“A nice full body massage and then the hot tub,” she corrected, beginning to squirm when he tromped down the stairs. “Put me down.”
“I plan on it.”
“When?”
“Soon,” he said, and that mischievous look was back in his eyes.
“Reese,” she said warningly. “You’re supposed to be my servant today.”
“And I’m going to obey your orders.”
“Reese.”
He ignored her protests, opening the back door to the lodge and heading out to the hot tub.
“Reese, no!” To her horror, she saw the hot tub was uncovered and already on and bubbling. That jerk! He’d planned this.
“Into the hot tub for your full body massage, mistress,” he said in a wicked voice, and then dumped her in, fully clothed.
Audrey gave a yelp as she splashed into the water, gasping. Her body had been braced for it to be ice cold, but it wasn’t—it was incredibly warm and delicious. Too bad she was fully clothed, her favorite sweater and leggings sticking to her body. She glared up at him, wiping wet tendrils off her forehead. “You’re such an ass sometimes.”
“Most of the time,” he corrected, and then quickly stripped his own clothing off, kicking it aside. She noticed he was already fully erect, and her p**sy began to throb with excitement as he climbed into the hot tub next to her. “Ready for your massage, my mistress?”
“Only if you’re going to undress me.”
His eyes gleamed. “Why, I thought you’d never ask.”
She snorted. Clearly that had been part of his plan all along.
Wet hands slid along her thighs under the bubbling water, and then she felt him push down her leggings until they pooled at her knees in a wet cluster of fabric. “Mmm,” he groaned, rubbing his hands along her ass. “This isn’t much in the way of servitude, if you ask me. I’d gladly rub your body down any time.”
“Next time I’ll have to come up with something far more diabolical, then,” she murmured, leaning back against him. She could feel the head of his c*ck brushing up against her backside as he curled her back against him and finished pulling her leggings off, her panties having gone with them. He fished the now-free leggings out of the water and tossed them onto the deck with a wet slap.
“Now your sweater,” he told her. “Gotta free up those nice big br**sts for their massage.”
She raised an eyebrow at him but obediently lifted her arms above her head so he could tug the heavy, wet fabric over her. “Somehow I’m thinking you’re going to get more out of this than I am.”
“Oh, I intend for both of us to have a very good time,” Reese told her, dragging the wet sweater over her arms and then letting it drop to the deck. Now she was in nothing but her bra, and it clung to her erect n**ples, clearly outlining them. He reached out and gave her an experimental tweak that made her body jolt, and then he was undoing the clasp and rolling her bra down her arms. “Shall I begin?”
Her body was throbbing with need already. “Please do.”
He grinned and put his hands on her shoulders, then turned her until her back was toward him. He spread his legs apart in the water and then backed her up against him, until she sat on the underwater bench, nestled between his thighs. “There we go.”
She clasped her hands in her lap and waited.
Reese’s hands slid to her neck and he began to gently knead her at the base of her skull. That felt wickedly good. She relaxed against him, suspecting that the massage was going to be less of a game than she’d anticipated. “You’re good at that.”
“I’m an expert when it comes to women,” he murmured.
That bothered her, but she ignored it. She’d known that when she’d decided to sleep with him. So she closed her eyes and relaxed against him. They were just having fun together, nothing more.
His fingers worked her neck for a bit longer, getting her loose and making her muscles feel liquid. He fanned out a bit, working his thumbs against the base of her neck and her shoulders, stroking and kneading until she was ready to purr like a satisfied cat. Dreamy with pleasure, her eyes closed and she relaxed against him.
Reese’s hands slid to her shoulders and then her arms, continuing to knead and massage. Every once in a while, his fingers would graze the sides of her br**sts as he stroked her skin, sending little ripples up and down her body.
And then his arms slid from her sides up to her front, cupping her br**sts, and her eyes flew open. She gasped when he gently massaged their weight in his hands, squeezing and kneading like he had her arms, and heat rolled through her body. She moaned when his fingers flicked at the tips and then carefully moved away, as if he wasn’t massaging some of the most sensitive parts of her body.
“Feel good?” he asked, his mouth against her neck.
“Yes,” she breathed, arching when his fingertips slid over her n**ples again. She moaned in response, feeling the score of his fingernails over the sensitive tips.
But then he continued downward, stroking his hands over her belly, rubbing at her skin, and she reached backward, curling her arm around him until she could run her fingers through his hair, clench her fingers against his scalp, and let him know how much he was driving her crazy.
His kneading fingers stroked down her belly and pulsed over her mound, sending shockwaves skittering over her. She whimpered when he kneaded her sex with his hands, wanting his fingers on her clit. Her h*ps rolled against him in response, but he ignored it, continuing his soothing, stroking motions as if he were massaging any part of her body.
“Feel good?” he asked again.
She moaned in response, arching her br**sts. “Please.”
“A servant always tries to please his mistress,” he said playfully, and nipped at her shoulder. “I need you to move to the other side.”
She shook her head and clung to him. “No, keep touching me.”
“I intend to,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “But I can’t do your legs from this angle.” His whisper tickled her ear, and she felt his tongue stroke the shell. “Don’t you want me to do all of you?”
His words sent another ripple of need through her, and she moaned, obediently turning in the hot tub and sitting on the bench across from him. Now she could watch him, she realized in a daze, her gaze riveted as he gently picked up one of her feet and lifted it, his fingers beginning to massage it, his gaze on her.
Oh, God, she’d thought his fingers were good on her br**sts? They were like magic on her foot. She moaned again, this time in sheer pleasure as he massaged the pads of her foot and stroked up her calf. She caught a flash of a grin on his face as he gently let her leg down and then picked up the other, giving it the same attention. Her body felt boneless between the tender massage and the delicious warmth of the hot tub, her eyes closing just a bit. She could go to sleep right now, if she wasn’t so incredibly turned on.
“Almost done,” he said in a low voice, lowering her foot to the water. “How are you feeling?”
“Amazing,” she said dreamily.
“You look dazed,” he said, moving toward her and reaching out to brush his thumb over her lower lip. “And aroused.” His fingers skated over her face, exploring. “All flushed and rosy. Sexy as hell.”
“I feel so good,” she told him, leaning into his touch. “Your hands are incredible.”
“I’m not done,” he told her, and then patted the edge of the hot tub. “Put your belly here so I can do your back.”
She eyed the sides of the hot tub. The lip of the tub on each end extended outward, long and flat and intended for sitting. They were more than long enough for her to bend over and stretch out. She supposed they were designed for additional people to sit on the edge, or to set down drinks or towels, but he wanted her to stretch out up there? “It’s cold out of the water,” she protested.