Chapter 122 - Eat It (2/2)

A team of five spa staff was present in the room with three massage beds waiting for them.

”These are your robes.” Olivia passed one robe each to her gal pals, and they bee lined into the ensuite of the bedroom. When Ava got out, she lied down on the massage bed.

”I think she needs to be tied up in a stretcher.” Olivia gave Ava a once over, and she could sense that the usual hour treatment would take longer. ”Do you have something to numb her?”

”Livi darling, stop worrying about Ava. She birthed a son. There's nothing she couldn't do. Right, Ava?”

The woman in question bobbed her head and smiled, but everyone in the room knew how nervous she was when her knees wouldn't stop shaking.

She closed her eyes when she felt something warm touch her mound, distracting herself with the zen music and inhaling as much lavender aroma as she could to calm her nerves down.

But nobody prepared her for it. Everyone said it would just sting. Everyone said she wouldn't feel the rest of it. But they were all wrong.

RIIIIP!

The sound of hair roots forcefully pulled away from the skin echoed in the room along with Ava's muffle scream because she was biting a towel the entire time.

And as if Emily and Olivia took p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e in her pain, Ava, for the first time in her life, cursed, ”GET THE F.U.C.K OUT! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!” It was loud enough that it sent her two gal pals out of the bedroom in a trail of repressed snickers.

Later that night, Maxen arrived home and found Olivia in the living room reading a pile of doc.u.ments. He paused, drinking in her side profile as he found this serious and quiet side of Olivia somehow s.e.xy.

He didn't notice he was staring for too long when Olivia snapped her head to the side and saw him.

”You're home!” Olivia dropped the file on the table and bolted to where Maxen stood.

Their bodies clashed as Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck, welcoming him with a kiss that lasted longer than it should when Maxen deepened it, swirling his tongue inside her mouth.

His fingers dug in her waist, pinning her to his body. If it's up to him, he could kiss her all night long but his baby tapped on his c.h.e.s.t, telling him to let go.

The two caught their breaths that were suspended during their kiss, smiling foolishly with each other.

Olivia was still panting when she pulled Maxen towards their bedroom, picking up a coffee-colored fedora hat on the island countertop.

”How do I look?” Maxen tipped his hat.

”Like an explorer?”

”I do think it suits me.” His c.h.e.s.t rumbled when the thought of exploring Olivia all night long flashed before his eyes. Scooping his treasure off the floor, Maxen and Olivia found themselves in the master bedroom where Olivia's surprise for Maxen awaited.

…

Oliver snapped his head towards the ensuite, scrutinizing his sweetie. Earlier, he was reading a book when his eyes followed Ava's path from the bed to the ensuite.

Now that Ava's done with her bathroom break, his eyes followed her again and slowly, his brow furrowed upon realizing that something must be causing her discomfort, Oliver placed his book on the bedside table and pushed the duvet off him.

”Sweetie, are you okay? Do you feel something ouchie?”

Ava snorted. She couldn't believe her husband just baby talked to her. Slumping in the bed, Ava fiddled with Ollie's ears and muttered, ”No, sweetie. I don't have a boo boo.”

The two shared a laugh before Oliver scooped his sweetie in his arms. ”Then why are you limping? Did you hurt yourself?”

Burying her face on Oliver's c.h.e.s.t, Ava confessed, ”Remember I made a bet with Olivia last time? So I had to do it and… do you want to see it?”

”You got a tattoo???”

”What? Nooo. I will never ever get a tattoo.”

”Haist. Stop hanging out with those crazies. They're a bad influence on you. Wait. Let me see. What did you get?”

Ava bunched her nightgown up, revealing her silken mound. Lifting her head, she examined Oliver's face. Her face blushed when she saw his face. She knew that look. That's how he looked when he's about to devour her whole.

Oliver wiped his palms over his face. His throat was parched, and there's only one way to quench it. Crawling down and between Ava's legs, he parted its folds, his eyes mirrored her glistening s.e.x.

”Sweetie, the lady said I can't have s.e.x within 24 hours after the session,” Ava nervously said.

”We can't have s.e.x, yes. But it doesn't mean I can't eat it.”