Oil-Slicked Curves and a Deep, Creamy Finish in the Massage Room

Her eyes are closed as she lounges against his chest. Vxxx Knows he can’t do this. Since the time he told her he’d call and hadn’t. His life for Sam’s. Wounds that could have kept her from even meeting him, let alone share this moment. Angling her mouth, he eases her down onto the pillow with a blazing kiss. His fingers close around something plastic and cylindrical. “Oh, God, Dean…”
Pulling her tighter, he immerses himself in her. “It’s too late,” he says softly. To feel everything. In a heartbeat. “Leave it…”
Pushing through the door, he locates the bed. He freezes and she kisses him.