Waiting for Willa (Big Sky, #3)(52)

Sarah shows me a menu of services, and I choose a ninety-minute hydration facial and a mani/pedi, then change into my robe and sit in a deep, soft chair facing the water.

Sarah brings me some tea, and for the next thirty minutes, I watch boats float by, surfers try to catch some small waves, and am alone in the quiet with my thoughts.

Other women come and go, sitting for a few minutes before or after their treatments.

It’s a calming, serene space that smells of lavender.

I could live here.

“Willa?”

I turn with a smile. “That’s me.”

“I’m Tia. I’ll be giving you your facial,” she says. She’s a tiny Asian woman with beautiful skin and perfect makeup.

“Thank you. Tia, you might be my favorite person today.”

“I hear that a lot.”

***

I’ve been buffed and polished and pampered silly. After my facial, Sarah delivered an amazing late lunch of Caesar salad with smoked salmon and chocolate cheesecake for dessert.

I don’t know what I did in this life to deserve all of this goodness, but I hope I keep doing it.

Not to mention, Max is going to get the blowjob of his life tonight.

I giggle as I ride the elevator up to Max’s condo, still wearing the robe Sarah gave me earlier. I decided to keep it.

When I say condo, the word doesn’t do the place justice. Max’s space is the penthouse, spanning a ton of square footage. It feels way bigger than my house. There’s also a gorgeous outdoor living space with views of the ocean that I plan to spend some time in tomorrow.

This week is going to be all about lying about in different comfortable spots with lots of delicious food.

The doors open directly into Max’s space, and I frown, wondering if I came to the right place. I put in the code Max gave me this morning, but the condo is…different.

Flameless candles flicker on either side of the foyer. Huge flower arrangements sit between them, on the tables, and down the hallway that leads to the open-concept kitchen and living areas.

The gas fireplace is lit, and red rose petals are sprinkled on the floor.

And Max is standing next to a massage table set up near the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“How was your afternoon?” he asks softly.

“Amazing.” I swallow hard. “What’s this?”

“A pony,” he says dryly, making me laugh. “This is why the massage wasn’t an option for you downstairs.” He holds out his hand for mine, then pulls me to him. He drags his fingertips down my cheek. “Your skin is so soft.”

“Tia gives the best facials in all fifty states,” I inform him. “Who’s giving me the massage?”

“Oh, you think the massage is for you?” he asks and kisses my cheek.

“You’re funny today.” I run my fingers through the soft hair at the back of his neck. “How was your afternoon?”

“Good. I got some work done, and had this set up for when you got back.”

“It’s really pretty.”

“You’ve hardly looked at it.”

“You’re also really pretty,” I inform him. “And I’m grateful.”

With his eyes still pinned to mine, he slips his finger under the belt holding my robe closed.

“I see you like the robes.”

“I’m keeping this one.”

He tugs the knot free, and the robe falls open, exposing my naked body beneath.

“You’re dressed perfectly for a massage.”

I cock a brow. “Or, you know, other things.”

His lips twitch in that way they do as he pushes the robe over my shoulders, letting it pool around my feet.

“Why don’t you get on the table?” he asks quietly, kissing my nose. “And I’ll give you a massage while you watch the sunset.”

I look outside and gasp. I was so wrapped up in Max and how he makes me feel that I didn’t even notice the riot of orange and purple in the sky over the water.

“That’s gorgeous.”

“It pales in comparison to you,” he replies as he peels back the sheet and blanket, gesturing for me to lie down.

How can I refuse that?

I can’t.

So, I get cozy on the crisp, comfortable sheets, and rather than put my face in the cradle, I turn to the side so I can actually watch the sunset before me.

“This ranks up there as one of the best days ever,” I say as his hands run down my back on either side of my spine, then back up again, making me sigh happily.

“I’m glad,” he says. “Now, don’t judge me too harshly. I’m no professional.”

“This is so good.” I sigh as he digs into the area next to my shoulder blade.

“You have the softest skin,” he murmurs. “And a little freckle right here.”

“I don’t have freckles.” I can’t help but close my eyes and just enjoy what he’s doing to my body. That low hum of arousal is there as it always is when Max is within a mile of me, but I’m also so relaxed, hovering in that space between being fully awake and asleep.

It’s a good place to be.

“You have one,” he repeats, then covers my back with the blanket and moves down to my leg. He pays attention to my calf, then moves up to my thigh. To my surprise, he keeps going until his fingertips skim over the lips of my pussy, sending me from pleasantly relaxed to highly aroused instantly.