Page 31 of Ice Devil

“We’re switching therapists. Guy on guy. Girl on girl.”

The twinkle in Sloane’s eyes made my balls ache. “Sounds kinky.”

Whether or not the switch was allowed, I didn’t give a shit. The two employees did as they were told.

Soon, we were settling in, but I couldn’t relax. Not with a hard boner driving me crazy.

I squirmed on the table. He continued to manhandle me, which was fine except I needed her hands touching me, caressing me.

Holding me.

For crying out loud. What in the hell was wrong with me?

“I need to get additional oil,” the girl said to the guy.

“And I need to get more towels,” the young man added. Why did I have the feeling he was none too thrilled with being left alone with Sloane and me?

As they headed to the door, Sloane turned her head in my direction, fighting laughter. “You don’t look very happy.”

“I’m not. I have my reasons.”

The door was opened and I recognized a voice from down the hall. “Is there any chance Beck Kendrick is here in one of your rooms?”

“Shit,” I hissed, keeping my voice down.

“What’s wrong?” Sloane was also whispering.

“That’s the coach,” I told her and as soon as I did, she jerked up.

“I can’t be seen with you.” She struggled to grab the sheet, but when she flew off the table, she tripped, slamming into the edge of mine.

The crash could be heard a mile away.

While she gasped from what had to be pain, a fit of laughter bubbled to the surface. In turn, I started laughing as well.

“No, sir, but Ford Kendrick is. That’s his laughter.” The receptionist was proud of herself. I could hear her answer even over the laughter.

But my companion didn’t, as her hearing wasn’t nearly as keen. She had no idea our little affair was about to be exposed.

“Go hide,” I told her.

“No, that’s definitely Beck Kendrick,” the coach said, obviously hearing my laughter. “What room is he in?”

Sloane managed to snag the sheet, gathering it around her luscious body.

But not before I was provided with a glimpse that had the same effect as the night before. I was in pure agony, hungering to drive my cock deep inside her tight little pussy.

Her laughter continued until she hid behind a thick set of drapes covering the window. This was more fun than when I’d been a kid hiding from my parents.

Thankfully, she was suddenly quiet as a church mouse when the coach stepped in.

“There you are,” Coach Griffen said. “I didn’t take you as a spa guy.”

I tried my best to act nonchalant. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me. What’s up?” He still had that disheveled look about him.

“We’re heading out early. If we want to get home today, we need to take an earlier flight. This will need to wait.”

I was hoping he was going to give me some time, but he stood right where he was. Since it would seem odd if I asked him to leave, I slid off the table, only able to glance toward the drapes while gathering my things. “I think I’m going to miss my time in Arizona. A lot.”