he said. Her eyes flared, betraying more than casual interest, then her small hands were on his chest, rubbing and sliding, scrabbling over his nipples and then swooping down toward his abs. He couldn’t take it. Presenting his back to her he tried to sound bored. “Be thorough with my back.” Silence, a pause, and then her hands lathered his back in broad strokes. His brow wrinkled at the unexpected compliance. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of Slava exiting the bathroom with the condoms and lubricant, and his mind jumped to the bed waiting in the other room, its wrought iron frame offering a world of possibilities. A finger slipped between the crevice of his buttocks, probing, and he smirked. There it was--her rebellious streak. “Bad girl. Do I need to spank you or are you gonna behave and wash Vlad’s back nicely?” The finger retreated, a sigh making his smile broaden as warm water trickled down his spine, caressing his skin.
