Yield to Love by Chanta Jefferson Rand

Author:Chanta Jefferson Rand
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: african american, interracial romance, interracial erotica, costa rica, handyman, mulitcultural romance, multicultural series

NINE

Roque stopped in his tracks, mesmerized by the flawless brown skin of Marlowe’s body.

“I’m so glad you could make it on such short notice,” she said, still not turning to look in his direction. “I’m on my second glass of wine.”

His eyes flitted to a half-filled glass of red wine sitting on a nearby table. He cleared his throat, trying to swallow the lump lodged there.

“I just need you to work out the kinks, Gustavo,” she begged. “It’s been a hell of a week.”

Roque pulled off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen a naked woman, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Marlowe’s lush body. Apparently, she thought he was a masseur.

He couldn’t resist touching her bare skin.

The moment he rubbed his fingers along her back, she purred like a kitten. “Oh, that feels good already. You always know how to touch me just right.”

Roque grinned. Oh, this was gonna be fun.

“Use the almond oil, please,” Marlowe instructed. “I like the smell.”

He poured a generous amount from the nearby bottle into his palms. Then, he rubbed his hands together to create warmth. He’d been on the receiving end of plenty of massages before, but it was the first time he’d ever given one.

He started at her shoulders, rubbing in circular motions and making his way down to her shoulder blades. Her skin felt like silk beneath his fingertips.

“Ooh, yes,” she cooed.

The combination of stroking her skin while listening to the soothing music put him in a good mood.

“I’m so tense,” she said. “I know I am. But your hands are like magic.”

She’d never be this nice if she knew who was giving her this pleasure. Roque felt his body reacting to her words of praise. The muscle between his legs stirred as he worked. He kneaded her back slowly, sensually, enjoying the feel of her flesh beneath his big palms.

“There’s this ingrate who’s been hounding me,” Marlowe began. “He’s so mean. Don’t you just hate mean people?”

“Um hmm,” Roque agreed.

“He actually made me attend the funeral of his daughter’s spider. I mean, I did feel bad for her. But I feel worse that she has him for a father.”

Roque grimaced. He was a damn good father.

“Poor thing. No wonder she finds solace in those dangerous pets.”

Roque stiffened, applying more pressure than was necessary.

“That feels so good. Harder, please.”

Roque got a full woody when she said those words. Damn, he’d never been so turned on.

“And you should see how he pesters me about this damn house,” she continued. “Am I wrong to avoid him?”

“Uh-uh,” Rock answered.

“Thank you. I mean, so what if he’s drop dead gorgeous and he makes my stomach flutter. His attitude leaves a lot to be desired.”

The Brat had a thing for him? He ran his palms up and down her calves. Right now, he was having the time of his life feeling every curve on Marlowe’s sexy body.

“The other day he practically pinned me to the wall in my office, forced his tongue down my throat, and bit my lip.

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