"You're really not going to tease me about this? About being under you again?"
She blinked once, then shrugged. "Why? You earned it. And it's a good position for a massage, how else am I supposed to do it properly? From the side? Please… I'm still an amateur, I'm honestly just fumbling around."
Simple. Honest. So very Serika.
Quinlan chuckled into his folded arms. "I might've only just met you recently, but I think you're an incredible person. Sincere, strong, focused, trustworthy."
Her hands slowed.
"Yeah?" she said softly.
"Yeah."
She didn't reply. But her hands moved again, slower now. Gentler. The fire had dimmed into embers—warmth without burn, touch without tension.
By the time she was done, he was half-asleep beneath her.
She leaned down once more and whispered against his ear, "Massage complete, humble and diligent student of mine. But don't get used to it."
