Page 77 of Wrecked
“Can you give us a discount?” asked the guy.
Hawk stood in front of the scanner again. The light turned yellow. After Addison stood in front of it, the light turned yellow again. The door wouldn’t open because it detected the other couple lurking behind them.
They waited until the couple moved away before standing in front of the scanner for the third time. This time, they were cleared to enter.
As they walked up the steps, Hawk said, “I don’t know how Jericho deals with the public. I don’t have the patience for this crap.”
Strangely, Addison laughed. “It’s just people acting human. Liv told me he doesn’t spend his evenings at Jericho Road anymore. He likes spending time with his wife.”
“What do you think of that?” he asked.
“I think it’s romantic. What doyouthink of that?” she quipped.
“I don’t have a wife, so I don’t think anything.”
She couldn’t contain her smile “You’re an idiot, you know that?”
His pulse kicked up. Seeing Addison happy and relaxed was his hot button. He could stare at her for hours, then stare at her for several more.
He led her into the Pink Room. An explosion of pink everywhere. Pink sofa with a pink sheet over it. A pink chair in the far corner. Pink light bulbs bathed the room in a soft flow. Pushed against the wall sat a massage table.
Once behind the closed door, he yanked his T-shirt over his head.
She sashayed over, ran her fingernails down his chest. “As tempting as you are, I can’t. It’s not like I don’t want to. I mean, blowing you was fun, but I’m not gonna hook up without a costume.”
For a woman who wasn’t a big talker, sometimes she said a boatload. He tilted her face toward his, dipped down and kissed her. “As tempting as you are, and you are extremely tempting, I’m going to relax you.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Strip down, babe. Put on my shirt if you’re uncomfortable being naked.”
Wanting to give her space, he left the shirt on the massage table, then went and parked his ass in the pink chair. Never sat in a pink chair before. For a pink chair, it was pretty damn comfortable.
She pulled her shirt over her head. Her black push-up bra had him swallowing down his burgeoning desire. Never before had he done this for anyone, but she wasn’t okay. If she wasn’t grounded and thinking clearly, she’d be vulnerable. He had no idea what the hell was going on with the explosion, but if it was related to her in some way, he needed her to be aware of every little thing going on around her.
She wiggled out of her skin-tight pants. Addison in a black thong was enough to turn him hard, but he fought the urge best he could. Rather than turn away from him, she unhooked her bra, let it fall off her shoulders.
And that’s when his Little General wasn’t so little any more. His twitching cock turned into a semi, but when she slid off that thong, he was ready for action. Addison under him, over him, and in front of him. Her naked body writhing with ecstasy while he rode her to the fucking moon.
A naked Addison was pure pleasure. Small, sexy breasts with pert nipples that begged to be sucked. Even in the dimly-lit glow of pink lights, he couldn’t miss her hairless pussy.
“What scene are we doing?” she asked, plucking him from his arousing thoughts.
“Hop on that massage table,” he said. “I’m going to relax you.”
She laughed.
Addison’s joyous expression touched the deepest part of his broken soul. Pulled by an invisible force, he went to her. “Lie facedown on the table.”
She furrowed her brows at him. “Wait, you’re serious? You’re going to massage me? With your magic wand, right?”
He chuffed out a laugh. “No, baby, my hands. Just my hands, Addison.”
She handed him back his shirt before lying on the table. He covered her with the sheet and retrieved massage oil.
“You comfortable?” he asked.
She turned toward him. “Is this a joke?”
