Hands On (Bride of the Billionaire)

I’m not sure about this, but I’m gonna go for it anyway. “Is it too soon to say I love you?”

Jennie’s eyes sparkle and she shakes her head.

“Definitely not.”

Epilogue

Jennie

Three years later…

Yeah, being a mom is great – even better than I thought it would be. Some women might think having a kid at 22 is a bit young, but I couldn’t be happier. When I look at Jason sleeping in his crib while his little lamp projects a star pattern across the room, I can’t help but think about what all my single friends are missing.

Forget Single Ladies. Can Beyonce make a Married Women song? Because I’d love to jam out to that!

I hear a gentle knock at the door and turn to see Sheryl standing there smiling, her tablet in her hands. “Excuse me, but your client is here. He’s waiting in the massage room for you.”

“Thank you,” I say with a smile. I turn back to my son, lean down, kiss him on the cheek and whisper, “Time for Mommy to go to work.”

I leave the room, close the door, and give myself a quick check as I head downstairs. There’s a bit off fluff on my right heel, so I reach down and flick it away, then brush my skirt to make sure it lays flat. My fishnets look good – thankfully I didn’t tear a hole in them putting Jason to bed – and I cinch up my robe as I make my way down the hall to the massage room.

And there he is, lying on his stomach, his incredible body on full display beneath the flickering candlelight.

“Mr. Adams, is it?” I ask as I enter and close the door.

“That’s right,” he replies without looking up.

I adjust the sheet draped over his midsection and smile when I see he’s naked underneath. His body is absolutely incredible. “Any problem areas?”

He reaches up with a hand and shows me. “My neck and shoulders mostly. I carry a lot of stress there.”

“Oh, is that right?” I ask. I tug the belt on my robe and let it fall to the floor. That gets him to look up. I’m topless, and when he sees my breasts, a smile comes over his handsome face.

“Wow. You’ve got amazing breasts. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”

“Why would I mind?” I ask as I pump oil into my hands and get into position at the head of the table.

“Almost as good as my wife’s,” he adds, smirking up at me.

“Almost?” I ask as I go to work. “She must be a very lovely girl.”

“Mmm, she’s incredibly sexy,” he says as he reaches out and grasps my thighs. But I pull away and give him a scolding slap on the shoulder.

“Not yet, Grayson,” I whisper. My husband looks up at me and smiles.

“Who’s Grayson? My name is Mr. Adams.”

“Sorry,” I reply as I push his head down into the face cushion. “Grayson’s just this ex-boyfriend of mine. Sometimes I end up saying his name when I don’t mean to.”

My husband chuckles. “He must be a pretty important guy.”

I run my hands across his back muscles and go to work on him. He groans as I hit all the right spots. I know exactly what to do now to please him. One massage every day will do that. After about a half an hour, I grab a hot towel and clean the oil off his back.

“You want to flip over?” I ask casually. “Mr. Adams” obviously does. He turns onto his back and lets the s

heet fall to the floor, exposing his full erection. His eyes devour me, taking in today’s outfit and the rest of my body. I let my hands play gently over his muscled chest as he reaches out and cups my ass.

“Mmm, someone wants a little more than a massage,” I muse softly.