Kael dropped onto the couch beside her, and in one graceful, practiced motion, she stretched her legs across his lap, her tank top riding up slightly, exposing the smooth slope of her thighs.
She didn't ask, didn't need to, her confidence a quiet seduction.
Kael peeled off her socks slowly, his fingers brushing her ankles, a teasing caress that sent a shiver through her.
He dug his thumbs into her arches, beginning a slow, rhythmic massage, each press a lover's touch.
Liss sighed, her blue eyes fluttering, her body melting into the couch.
"Thank you for last night," Kael said, his voice low, sincere, his hazel eyes warm.
Liss smirked, her eyes drifting back to her book, her voice teasing. "No need. You're already paying me—with labor."
Kael chuckled, his thumbs working deeper into her heel, her toes curling as she stretched, her spine arching in a long, lazy motion, her tank top shifting to reveal more of her thighs.
