Page 48 of Sand in My Boots

“Yep.”

“Awesome. You deserve some fun, Juli. I’m happy for you.”

“Glad you approve,” I reply sarcastically.

“Tell Preston I say hello. If you ever track him down.”

“Oh, I am. The man is not darting away this easily. Love you, Lissy.” She never bothers to say goodbye, so I hit the red button to end the call. All too soon, a deep moan escapes from my mouth. “Why are you so good at this?”

“Massage lessons at the spa.” His tone seems serious, and I can’t tell if he’s lying or not.

“They offer those?” I ask curiously. Though I’m much happier on the receiving end of a massage than giving.

“If you know the boss, sure.”

Another moan expels, the end of the word drawing out as he digs his knuckles into the bottom of my foot. “Aren’t you the boss?” I feel like there was some mention of his overseeing the spa. That’s why we stopped in there yesterday, right?

“She is paying attention.” Having fluttered closed from pure bliss, my eyes soar open. The sexiest smirk displays on Cameron’s lips. One I both want to wipe off and hope to see forever.

“You have a lot of moving parts to your job. Sue me for not remembering them all.”

“Says the girl who stares at good-looking men all day long.”

I go to refute, but I can’t. However, his argument is weak and not nearly the same as what I said, but his fingers ply another moan out of me. Man, this foot massage is almost as good as sex.

“If this is as good as sex, I’m doing the sex wrong.”

His words catch me off guard, and I try to figure out how he read my mind. Unless I said the words aloud, which wouldn’t be the first time.

“You’re not doing the sex wrong. You’re doing this so right. And besides, I said almost.”

Cameron switches to the other foot, giving it the same tender kneading. He spends a good ten minutes manipulating his thumbs into the pads of my feet, stretching my toes, and rubbing all over. While not the same sated feeling overpowers me, it’s damn close to when he wrings orgasms out of me.

“All blissed out?”

I can’t speak, but nod instead.

“What are you going to do about Preston and dinner?”

“I’m going to march into his office and bring dinner to him. The man has to eat, and if he won’t take the time to actually go out with me, I’ll go to him. It’s the second-best thing.” It’s not, not by a long shot, but if my goal is to share a meal and have time to catch up, I’ll make the sacrifice.

“You never did back down from something you wanted badly enough.” A glint lingers in his eyes.

“I miss him like crazy. And he’s right here, about half a mile away, give or take some distance. I don’t understand why he can’t take two hours to humor me.”

Cameron’s expression flashes contrite. “I’m sorry, sugar.”

My head shakes in disapproval, but I don’t address the nickname. Sneaking a peek at the time on his wrist, I jump up. “We’re supposed to be at the pool.”

He looks unconvinced. “What would it take to ditch your friends? Would a back massage be enough? A full-body one? A happy ending?” His tone is so earnest, yet his smile gives him away.

“I can’t keep putting Erica off. I’m here for her wedding, not to be pleasured by a walking dreamboat.” I suck in a breath, hoping the inflated compliment doesn’t go to his head. I don’t think it will, which is why I chanced it. Actually, it wasn’t a conscious thought to say it. It popped out unfiltered because it’s one hundred percent the truth. The man’s like a Greek god. Chiseled abs, a strong jawline, bulging biceps. Okay, maybe bulging isn’t the right word for the muscles of his upper arms, but he’s got strength and definitely frequents the gym.

“Admit it. The real purpose of this trip has become second fiddle to the man in your bed.” He doesn’t directly address the compliment, but I swear his bare chest puffs out. He knows what he says is the truth.

Disregarding his comment, I turn my back to him, needing to put distance between us, even if that means he’s out of my line of vision. Except that’s not what he wants. Oh no. He lets me stand away from him, but he drapes his arms over my chest, his fingers teasing my breasts. I wish I had the willpower to step away, to prove him wrong, but my head falls back, exposing my neck.

“How about a quickie? Your friends and the pool will still be there in ten minutes. Because it won’t take me long to get you off, love bug.”