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He flips me like a doll, making me laugh, loving it when he sits up, grabbing my hips as I straddle his lap. Sex with Jace is an erotic dance of savage and sweet, and I won’t ever avoid it.
Little did I know, I couldn’t avoid destiny either.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
VIVIAN
“Nash,maybe lean your head back with your elbows on the bench behind you,” I direct. “Yeah, like that. Like you’re relaxing. Perfect. And Jace?”
“Yeah, Smokeshow?” He’s keeping his eyes closed as I told him.
“Spray your abs down a little more. It needs to look hot in here.”
“Oh”—Vale giggles—“it’shotin here.”
She looks gorgeous, lying on the teak sauna bench beside a eucalyptus urn. In her white towel and matching hair turban, tendrils of her long raven hair fall free, her ivory skin perfection.
We’ve spent the morning getting bathrobe shots in the changing rooms, massage shots with some of The Mercier spa staff before they left, and Jace’s favorite—a cold plunge photo that he said shriveled his balls so fast, he didn’t think he’d ever see them again.
That was Zar’s idea. He’s so cunning and cute.
He keeps checking on our progress while darting in and out of quarterly meetings in his office. Luca too. He’s proud of his new spa.
But I got this. I’ve had weeks to mentally plan this shoot, and the day is almost done. The sauna is the last location on my shot list for the day. Tomorrow, I’ll do the new pool and gym.
But right now, I can’t hide my thirsty grin, resisting my turn-ons.
Jace is in a white towel.
So is Nash.
They’re a deadly double dose of killer ink and muscles to die for.
It should be illegal for their two perfect bodies to be aimed at anyone, and that’s exactly why, with these photos launching the new Mercier Spa, they’ll be booked for years.
“Like this, Viv?” Jace mists his shredded torso with the spa’s signature mixture of distilled water, aloe vera juice, and orange blossom. Lucky rivulets meander down the valleys between his abs.
The men have sprayed down to the point their towels are almost soaked and see-through. The outlines of their impressive members clear. They’re trying to look sweaty without the steam because it’ll fog my lens.
While I’m the one soaking wet between my thighs.
“Yes.”
Shit, did I just moan?
Jace cracks an eyelid open, sneaking a peek at me with his smirk.
I’m wrapped in a white Mercier bathrobe. Zar insisted I be in the shots as well, so I asked Jace to take them of me getting a facial. He did a great job, learning how to work the light. He got wide shots of the luxurious room, captured my glowing face, then got great details of the process. I felt serene and so proud of him.
But now that pride is rousing into something more.
I’m trying to focus my lens, trying to keep this professional, but we’re all naked under our robes and towels.
Temptation’s licking at my skin.
It’s impossible not to sense the stirring energy in the small space. The four of us have been together all day, laughing, smiling, relaxing, our bodies lavished with delicious sensations. All intensified by the erotic tension that often swirls around them, and now it’s gliding up my bare thighs, teasing the space between.
“Heard what you did,” Nash mutters beside Jace, knocking their naked knees together.
