Page 124 of So This Is War
When I face her, I’m greeted by the sight of her silky skin, ready to be touched.
Keep it together, Posey.
I squeeze some lotion on my hands, rub it together, and then place my hands on her shoulders.
She flinches with a squeak. “Oh my God, your hands are cold.”
I chuckle softly. “Sorry.” I bring them up to my mouth and warm them up for a second before I move them back down to her back. “That better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
I lightly run my thumbs along her spine and across her shoulder blades, making little circles to tie up any of the knots she might have accumulated.
“I’m trying not to moan here, but God, that feels good.”
And there’s the first stir of arousal.
I knew this would happen.
She didn’t even moan. She just talked about it.
And the girls thought this would be a good idea. Christ.
This is why I should help myself out and only myself out. Going to anyone else for advice is like asking a damp cloth for its opinion on how to handle a frisky, sexy assistant. It has no idea, it’s a fucking damp cloth!
“Everything okay?” she asks.
“Huh?” I glance down at her as my hands continue to work over her back.
“You went silent on me.”
“Oh, uh, just giving you the full experience.”
She laughs. “You can talk, Levi. You don’t have to be quiet.”
“Are you sure? Oh shit, I didn’t even turn on music.”
“Do not turn on music. Seriously, you don’t even need to do this. Bosses usually don’t go full-service massage for their assistants.”
“Clearly, they aren’t winning boss of the year, then.” I move my hands down to her lower back, where I press into the spot right above her ass.
“Oh fuck,” she says, her hands crawling up to the pillow where she grips it. “Sorry, really sore there.”
“Your lower back?” I ask.
“Yeah, I twist when I sleep and tend to lay on my stomach, which strains my lower back. I try not to, but it’s how I feel the most comfortable.”
“I get it,” I say. “I like lying on my stomach too. Never on my back, I feel so exposed.”
“Me too,” she says as I work my hands back up her spine to her shoulders and neck. “I also feel like if I’m on my back, my eyes don’t fully close. If I wake up on my back, my eyes feel dry. When my dad sleeps on his back, his eyes remain partially open.”
I pause and lean to the side to look her in the face. “You’re fucking with me.”
She shakes her head. “Nope. Guaranteed, if you went to his hotel room right now, he’d be passed out on his back with his eyes partially open. It’s some serial killer-type sleeping.”
“Jesus.” I shiver. “I don’t know if that makes him less scary or scarier.”
“Maybe a little of both.”
