She drops the washcloth down off her eyes and glances over at me. “Ryan—”
“Kidding,” I say, forcing a smirk.
She rolls her eyes. “No, you’re not.”
No, I’m not.
“If you’re really that bored, I brought something that might help distract you,” she says.
“More distracting than the drop-dead gorgeous naked woman currently glistening like a sun goddess on the bench next to me?”
She smiles. “Honestly? Maybe.”
I look around this tiny box. There’s nothing but a stack of towels at the end of the bench. “What did you bring?”
“The puppy is curious,” she say, eyes still closed as she leans against the wooden wall.
“Tess…”
She laughs, sitting up as she slings the wet washcloth over her shoulder. Her curls are tied up in a bun on top of her head. The heat has her skin flushed pink, growing pinker. It spreads across her chest, over her shoulders, blooming in her cheeks. This is what I saw the first night I arrived at the house. She had this same glow. It lit her from the inside out.
Maybe there is something to saunas…
“Do you trust me, Ryan?” she says, flashing me a sexy smile.
I go still. “Unclear.”
“Do you trust me to make you feel good? That’s the only rule, right?”
I narrow my eyes. “Babe, we can’t fuck in here. I’ll stroke out.”
“Aren’t you a professional athlete at the literal peak of physical performance?”
“Yeah,” I reply, drawing out the ‘e.’ “But you do remember I play my sport on ice right, not the surface of the fucking sun?”
She laughs again. “I think you’ll survive. In fact, I think this might just make you a sauna convert. Who knows all the ways we could convert you tonight?”
Curiosity is about to kill this cat. “Tess, just tell me.”
She flips over the towel at the end of the bench.
“Oh, what the fuck is that?” I say, eyes wide.
She holds up the little pink toy. “It’s a butt plug, Ryan. And look how cute it is.” She turns it over, showing me the pink, heart-shaped gemstone bedazzling the top of it.
I hold her gaze, heart pounding in my chest. “Tess Michelle Owens, are you asking me to do butt stuff with you in Ilmari Price’s sauna?”
“I—wait—Michelle?” She raises a brow at me. “Where the hell did you get Michelle from? That’s not my middle name.”
I shrug. “I made it up. This felt like a middle name moment. Do you seriously want me to put that in your ass?” I say, pointing to it. “That’s what’s gonna make sauna time more fun?”
She giggles, biting her bottom lip in a way that has my dick twitching. “Not exactly. Actually, I wanted to put this one in your ass.”
Heartbeat gone.
“This is the plug I want you to put in my ass.” Flipping the towel over the rest of the way, she reveals a red plug almost twice the size and length of the pink one.
Soul exiting body.
“Oh, and they vibrate,” she adds. “And we’ll each have a remote, so we can play with the settings. I’m thinking, to spice things up a little, I’ll take your remote and you take mine.”
“Tess—” The sound comes out all strangled. “You—what the fuck?”
“Do you trust me, Ryan? Do you want to feel good?”
“Yes, but—”
“Have you ever done any prostate play before?”
“No,” I cry, scooting away down the bench. “I’ve never had anything in my ass before. I don’t—things go out, they don’t go in. Right?”
“Oh, sweet puppy,” she says with a shake of her head. “Allow me to paint a picture for you, shall I?”
“Please don’t,” I beg, fearing it and wanting it at the same time.
She scoots closer, her sweat-sheened breast brushing against my arm. “Imagine a fullness inside you…it’s deep and rooted,” she says, using that voice that draws me in like a siren’s call.
I shut my eyes tight, holding to the solid wood of the bench. I can’t block out the sound of her voice…and judging by my dick’s reaction, I don’t want to.
“You center yourself in the feel of it,” she goes on. “It anchors you. And then…suddenly…a spark of life. It’s humming, the vibrations moving outward, consuming you until all you feel is waves of warmth cascading through you and over you.”