Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I pause as I take in his words.
I remember how hungry my ex-boyfriend Connor was for fame, chasing ‘contacts’ at any cost. Prepared to sell out anything for a shot at the limelight – including me.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Heath replies and gestures around us. “I have a glorious existence. The luxury of being surrounded by luxury, and still being passionate about my career. I don’t need the glory of showbusiness to gain meaning from my performance on screen.” He pauses. “And I have you. Two incredible people who can indulge my needs and fantasies without ulterior motives.”
“No chance we’d sell you out. Not ever,” I say. “You can count on that, Count.”
“I know.” He smiles at Josh. “I discovered that about Weston a long time ago, and I was blessed to find a likeminded soul in you, Holly. I’m glad you are a couple and not just coworkers. You deserve each other.”
You deserve love, too. That’s what I want to say. He deserves what me and Josh have. Adoration, commitment, trust. A life with someone who wants to share it, through all of the good and bad.
Heath claps his hands, clearly marking the conversation as done and finished.
“Let’s get onto the next part of pamper day, shall we? We have a lot of ground to cover before proposal two, and I certainly don’t want to be late starting.”
“Me neither,” Josh says and glugs back the rest of his coffee.
I go along with the pair of them with a smile, though my guts are churning with the need to know more. I want to know Heath’s soul. I want to know his history. I want to know everything. I’ve spent a lot of time with him during proposals, but it’s not the same as here. This place feels like a whole other league.
Josh takes my wrist as Heath dashes to the sunroom to open the door.
“Don’t push him too hard,” Josh whispers, his mouth up against my ear. “He’s taken a lot of shit. He needs a vacation, not a therapy week, baby.”
“Sure,” I say, and Josh plants a kiss on the top of my head.
Whoa, Heath really has set up a pamper room. Two massage tables lined up, with beautiful bouquets of flowers in vases on the windowsill. There’s a huge display on the wall at the far end, like a top-notch salon, and he beckons me over with a tada! Shelves packed with body lotions and skincare products. Massage oils and lotions, and balms, and so many moisturisers you could open a store. I recognise some of the brands, and these things come with a hefty price tag.
“I have to keep myself in top condition for set,” he says.
I pick up one of the bottles. I’ve seen this one mentioned online – a vanilla and coconut cleanser that the influencers rave about. I open the lid to smell it. The raving isn’t unfounded.
“You can be my guest, literally,” Heath says. “Empty the whole wall if you want to. Just let me treat you to a session first.”
“We can take some of them?” I ask.
“You are welcome to take all of them, curva. I can restock my collection. They usually send them out to me for free.” He points to the massage tables. “Up on there, please, both of you. Robes off, nice and relaxed. I’ll do your backs first.”
I grin at Josh as we take a massage table each, both of us positioning ourselves face down. The padding feels great against my tits.
Heath lights up a scented candle, and puts on some soft music, sounding out ocean waves and wind chimes. It’s me he comes to first, laying his hands on my back to slather me in a balm that feels like butter.
His hands are magical, strong and firm as he works his fingers into my flesh. I didn’t know he was such a skilled masseur – yet another talent to add to his collection. He unknots knots I didn’t even know I had. My shoulders ease, and my back loosens, and when Heath reaches my ass, he kneads me like dough, digging his knuckles into my hips as he works.
“You’re so good at this,” I say, and he chuckles.
“Maybe I should take it up as a sideline.”
“Please don’t. I need at least eight hundred seasons of Whispers.”
I fight the urge to spread my thighs as he keeps moving down my body. I want his skilled fingers on my pussy as well as the rest of me. More than the rest of me. Still, he moves on, down to my feet where he works harder still, grinding his thumbs into the arches.
I’m so chilled out that I could lie here for ever by the time he moves over to Josh. I turn my head so I can watch him, and the concentration on his face is magnificent. His hands work with such instinct. Such precision. Josh moans in pleasure as Heath uses an elbow on a particularly tense knot under his shoulder blade.