His
mind jumped for one subject to another, unable to stay on any one thought. He leaned
his head against the tile wall and tried to clear his mind, but his brain
refused to cooperate. His body ached with weariness, but he couldn’t rest. Disgusted,
he shut the water off and stepped onto the drying mat. Grabbing a towel, he
dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist.
He wiped the condensation off the mirror and stared
at his face. There were slight shadows under his eyes, and his skin had a shallow
tint. Even his eyes gleamed dully. Sighing, he opened the door and walked into
the bedroom. A few crystal glowed softly, and the bed was turned down, but Neo
had a large sheet spread out.
“Come here.”
Hamza admired the short robe Neo had changed into.
It shimmered in the soft light. A shiver danced across his skin as he stepped
toward the bed.
“Take the towel off, and lie on your stomach,
please.”
A purr rumbled in his chest. He loved it when Neo
took command. He stripped, letting the towel drop at his feet, and climbed onto
the sheet, lying on his stomach. Crossing his arms, he rested his head against
them.
“Nope, hands by your sides.”
Hamza unwound his arms.
“Good.”
There was a snick, and a light scent filled the
room. The bed sank as Neo climbed on and then straddled Hamza’s hips, carefully
moving Hamza’s tail out of the way. Naked warm skin touched his, and Hamza
groaned. Neo wasn’t wearing anything under that short sexy robe.
“This is massage oil.” Neo spread silken wetness
across Hamza’s shoulders and down his back. “You won’t be able to smell any
lingering traces of it tomorrow morning, but it’ll leave your skin soft.”
