Page 134 of Tamed By Her Touch

“One of us should be.”

Clair stuck her tongue out at him and he shook his head.

“I’m so glad to have such a serious and mature wife,” he said dryly.

Clair laughed. She was about to say something about how being mature and serious all the time was no fun, when a soft chime sounded at the door of their suite, startling her.

“Oh!”

Clair jumped.

Kaelus’s hand immediately moved toward her, as though even a door chime might require him to protect her.

“Come in,” he called but the door was already opening before the words left his mouth.

Maera appeared in the doorway, wearing a flowing lavender robe and an enormous smile.

“Wonderful! You are both here.”

Clair smiled at their hostess.

“Yes indeed, here we are, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,” she said.

Maera looked slightly confused, but appeared to decide to ignore the Southern saying.

“And you have eaten?” she inquired.

“We have.” Kaelus nodded.

“The fruit was delicious,” Clair added.

Maera smiled

“Oh good—I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Then you are ready.”

Clair and Kaelus exchanged a glance.

“Ready for what, exactly?” Clair asked cautiously.

Maera clasped her hands together.

“Ready for massage night, of course!”

Kaelus frowned.

“And what exactly does ‘massage night’ entail.”

“Why, you’re going to learn how to massage and pleasure your goddess properly, of course,” Maera told him. “You’re lucky—Varell is an expert. I should know—he’s been massaging me for years.”

“He’s going to teach me massage techniques?” Kaelus asked, his frown deepening.

“Among other things.” Maera winked. “Don’t worry—he’ll be working on me at the same time you’re massaging Clair. All you have to do is follow his lead.”

“I do not think Clair requires a massage,” Kaelus said.

“Oh, yes she does!” Clair nudged him in his rock-hard abs with one elbow. “Clair is always up for a massage.”

He looked at her in surprise.