Page 30 of Ice Devil

“Nope. Not a thing. There’s nothing like taunting an arrogant asshole who thinks he’s something special.”

The door opened behind us, just as she turned her head, leaning up on one arm.

“Sir, what are you doing in here?” The voice of the employee was drowned out by the frothing I was doing at the mouth.

Sloane pointed her finger at me. “Gotcha. Maybe that will teach you not to sneak up on a person.”

“You are one…”

“Careful, I’m not finished with my article.”

I nodded in surrender while I tipped my head toward the employee. “This was supposed to be a couple’s massage with my wife.”

As soon as I turned the tables, she frowned. I did adore when she tried to pierce holes in me with her eyes.

“Oh,” the young man said. “I’m certain we can arrange that. Why don’t you go ahead and get undressed and I’ll see if I can obtain another massage artist.”

Her stare continued until he left. “What are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Apparently, I’m good with my hands.” I held my hands into the air, flicking my fingers. “At least that’s what my coach tells me.”

“You are…”

“Yes? One hot man in bed.”

Seeing her blush was far too adorable. I backed away, immediately stripping off my clothes.

“There is a changing room across the hall,” she told me.

“You should know I don’t play by normal rules. Sounds like someone I know.”

“Can I quote you on that?”

“Why not? If you’d like to tell the world about our act of fornication, then I’m in.” When I was naked, I enjoyed her appreciative view before I got onto the table.

“You are incorrigible.”

I winked in response.

“You better cover up.”

“You don’t want anyone to see this hot bod?”

She rolled her eyes before making herself comfortable once again. “Don’t flatter yourself, buddy.”

“Now it’s buddy. What happened to being your husband? Or Big Dog?”

“We’re divorced. Remember? I’ll need that first settlement payment.” As always, her laugh was beautiful, but there was something entirely different about the sound this morning. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why, but my body immediately tensed from another wave of desire.

Holy cow. My cock was rock hard all over again. From her laugh. Thank God, I made it facedown onto the table just a split second before the door opened and two people walked in.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kendrick. A pleasure to serve you.” The voice was happy go lucky, eager to please us. I smiled when seeing the young woman’s face.

The way she looked at me with her lips pursed indicated she hadn’t expected me to be recognized. Oh, well. As the girl started to work on me, the young, buff, and way too handsome blond guy instantly pulled down Sloane’s sheet, exposing the soft curve of her breast, I almost jumped off the table from a raging sense of possessiveness.

“Not like this.” Whoa. Where in the hell had that voice come from? That was my father’s deep voice when as a kid, he’d caught me trying to sneak out at night once.

“What do you mean?” Sloane asked.