"Mmm, right there. That's the spot."
Zeph had barely even gotten past warming the oil between his hands by rubbing them together, and she was already purring like a kitten, even though she was a spider. She was like putty beneath his fingers within seconds, making Zeph wish he had skipped all the talking he had just done.
Between him and Mr. Cowboy, the ladies would likely agree to just about anything as long as the two of them kept massaging the stresses of their officers out of their necks, shoulders, and backs. His fingers moved with the same confidence and skill that got Archon Dolar into compromised positions in his bed and in fewer debates over policies.
It was going to be her last one, so Zeph wanted to make it a good one.
