Let Me Pamper You Novels & Stories

His gaze gestured to the phone, and I quickly glanced back at the text. "Three points if you wear my jersey." I knew he was capable, and without hesitation, I replied, "Deal." Maybe I shouldn't be interacting with him, but then again, I couldn't say no, even when part of me screamed I should. This was Liam Carter, the Liam Carter who, in only a month, had shown me my standards could be as high as I wanted, and he would always meet them.

“You say that every time you get pampered.” “Because every time it’s true. I deserve a soft girl era. In fact, I think that deep down, I’m really a soft girl. It’s just that circumstances comein the way and throws shit that makes me a savage. Yeeeeees….that’s the spot.” Maya moaned and I supressed my smile. “So, about your ideas for operation cheer the hot CEO up…” I reminded her. For a next couple of minutes, we drifted in and out of her ideas and her moaning about how everyone should do this twice a week to live longer while the masseurs worked on our backs with oil-slick hands and expertful movements.

“Besides, you deserve it. This past month has been a lot for you. So let’s just relax and pamper ourselves.” I shrugged, trying to hide my smile. “Fine, but I’m doing it for me—not him.” “Of course, of course,” Bella agreed, although I could tell that she didn’t believe me for one second. The next morning, Bella and I made our way to the spa, where we slipped into plush robes and prepared for a full day of pampering. Truthfully, I did need it.

I gave him a wide smile, checking out his big shoulders and flat belly, my mind playing with the idea of how he would look without his warm clothes. My crave for intimacy and the constant search for romance, I could tell my thoughts were going to get me in trouble. Normal 0 21 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Нормална таблица"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;

Dammit, there was no way I was going to get these three to leave, especially if they knew that I was going to do something that they considered fun. "Wow, Amya." Pam continued, letting her eyes trail along Amya’s body, which was being shown perfectly due to her tracksuit. "You’ve got one hell of a figure." "You think so?" Amya asked, striking a pose. "I feel that it could be better." "Nope, you’re perfect, doll." Pam assured, giving Amya a flirtatious wink. "Enough," I huffed, pulling Amya closer. "Why is it that everyone wants to flirt with my mate?"

"What... what have you done to me?" "I gave you exactly what you asked for, Father," Jade whispered, her face inches from his as he collapsed to his knees, his muscles seizing. "A memory of this moment that your brain will never be able to erase. You’ll be awake, and you’ll be alive, but you’ll never move a finger again."

"Brother, can you not be so mean to yourself?" He smiled at her words, "I am just smoking, and you call that being mean to myself?"

*ALORA* “My Zozo” I teased. “You…” I laughed seeing the resigned look on his face. Oh I loved teasing him. Seeing that our cups of coffee was almost finished, I stood to go make more. Lorenzo insisted on making them instead but I didn’t let him. “I’m going to pamper you today.” He grinned. “But I love pampering you.” “Only for today, let me do the pampering.” I urged. He smiled and leaned back on the bed.

The kind of beautiful that feels like an apology from the world. There’s a plush king-sized bed with snow-white linens. A freestanding jacuzzi tub gleams beneath a window that overlooks the lake below. There’s a tray with chamomile tea and little chocolate-covered strawberries. Everything smells like uxury. I don’t even care that I probably paid too much for it. This is mine. All of it. I set my bag down, pull my phone out of my pocket, and call Amirah. “I’m here,” I say when she picks up.

I'd been longing to touch her, to smell her scent, to feel her warmth. "Mmm, my sweet, you smell so good! Do you think we can go home now?" I asked, resting my head against hers. "We can, honey. I just need to grab my things," she replied, caressing my arms. "Good, because I'm tired. Think I'll earn a massage from my girlfriend today?" I asked, being deliberately needy. Manu watched us with amusement, and soon Rick joined her. I couldn't care less - I wanted to be pampered by my girlfriend, and apparently, she loved spoiling me rotten. But I also enjoyed pampering her and maybe needed to think of something special to do for her.