Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
A night of sleep in Heath’s cloud bed could never be topped. I wake up to bright sunlight streaming in through the windows. It’s a heaven of slumber.
So is the heaven of rolling over and seeing the pair of them still deep in dreamland. Josh facing me, with Heath’s arm wrapped around his waist from behind.
I rise just a touch on my pillows so I can see our beautiful client, snoozing softly with his gorgeous dark hair fanned out. He’s a masterpiece. And if I wasn’t with Josh – the man my heart belongs to without question – I’d most certainly want to be with him.
Morning after syndrome is going to hit like a bitch when we touch back down to life in London. Thank fuck it’s only day two of seven.
Josh wakes first, his long lashes fluttering before his eyes open and land on mine. He reaches out and pulls me closer, and the feeling of flesh on flesh is so good I could stay here all day. It’s enough of a pamper day already without our proposal fee from last night.
Heath stirs, rolling away enough to stretch his arms up over his head. I look at his hands, clenching my ass at the memory of how deep he plugged me last night. I’m still burning, but that doesn’t matter. I’d take it all over again.
Just as well, since I probably will.
“Morning, curvas ,” Heath says. “Did you sleep well?”
“Well would be an understatement,” I say. “It was amazing.”
He props himself up on an elbow. “How about you, Joshua?”
“As if you need to ask.”
He pulls Heath in for a kiss on the lips like it’s the most natural thing in the world, which gives me tingles. This isn’t roleplay. It isn’t characterisation, or being in service , or proposal territory, and it’s not a prelude to another bout of horny action, either.
It’s affection.
It’s…
No. I can’t go there. Not even to ponder.
Heath is User 1543, and this is a job. For Josh as well as me.
“Ready for pamper day?” Heath asks, and Josh wrestles him over, so he’s on top of both of us. A sleepy pile up.
“Fuck pamper day,” Josh says, guiding Heath’s face to mine.
It’s a full-on tangle of a kiss when Heath’s lips land, and I squirm instinctively, my horny pussy ready for a round of cock. But Heath pulls away.
“You deserve your fee ,” he says. “No fees, no proposals.”
I watch him as he rises from the bed, his perfect ass a sight to behold. I want to see Josh’s cock buried in him. I want, I want, I want… everything.
“Come on,” Heath says. “Shift your cute butts. Pamper day starts right now.”
“No choice, have we?” Josh says with a smirk. “No way we’re losing out on proposal number two.” He slaps Heath’s ass as he gets out of bed to join him. “You’re a darling, you know that? Pampering us so generously when we are the ones here to pamper you.”
Josh isn’t wrong.
A delivery of fresh fruit and pastries arrives once the three of us are done in the bathroom. We sit in robes on the terrace, munching down croissants and fruit salad while sipping on top end espresso, and Heath looks so happy as he eats with us.
My question comes without even thinking.
“Who are you usually here with?”
I shouldn’t ask questions so pointed. He’s a client and it’s confidentiality at all costs. But that’s the thing. I’ve a been a fan of Heath Mason for years, but even Google has virtually nothing to say about his personal life. Believe me, I’ve been digging.
It’s always speculation about partners in the news stories – hot co-stars on the red carpet, but nothing concrete. Nothing real. Not for all of the years I’ve been fangirling, anyway.
“Sorry, that’s none of my business,” I add, but Heath doesn’t flinch.
“Nobody comes here with me. You could say I’m quite the loner. Introverted. ”
I get a pang at that. I don’t know why. Just the idea of Heath being a loner, when he could be surrounded by so many people. He’s an icon for millions.
“I do have a brother,” he says. “But he has a family up in Nottingham. We meet up occasionally, but we don’t really click as personalities.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “Finlay is about as opposite from me as it gets. Not goth and certainly not bi.”
Fuck it. I keep the questions rolling.
“What about your parents?”
“They passed away nine years ago.”
Oh shit. That was before Nighttime Whispers started. They would never have seen Heath as the Count. I’m sure they would have been so proud.
He must read my face.
“No, they never saw it. They saw me in bit parts, and walk-ons, but I was already orphaned when I landed Whispers. I walked the red carpet alone for series one. Finn and Marlie didn’t accept the invitation to join me. They didn’t want the spotlight on their family.”
I swear I see a flash of sadness in Heath’s eyes, and I want to call his brother a wanker, but I’ve already overstepped the mark far enough.
Josh is casual on the lounger next to me. He doesn’t interrupt or join in, and I wonder how much he already knows about Heath. Far more than me, that’s for sure, but how much?
Josh will never tell me. His mouth might as well have a padlock on it when it comes to clients’ personal lives. Even Heath’s.
“Nighttime Whispers went to my head for a while,” Heath says. “Everyone wanted a piece of me once I hit the spotlight, and I bought into the bullshit. I was surrounded by friends , partying from dusk until dawn. Friends who wanted my cock as well as my company. And plenty more besides.”
“Plenty more? Wow. As if your cock and company wouldn’t be enough. What more could they possibly want from you?” I giggle, and take another slice of melon.
Heath looks at me almost wistfully. His smile is so stunning, it’s insane.
“Oh, Ella, how beautiful it is to see such a genuine soul. So sweet. So well meaning.”
Something clicks that I haven’t felt before around Heath. I’ve been such a fan for so long, that even here I’ve been holding him on some kind of celebrity pedestal without even realising it. The man looking at me isn’t the Count, or the groomed star of Whispers.
He’s just a guy.
A guy with a huge amount of wealth and prestige, yeah, but just a guy.
A loner .
“They wanted a lot more from me than my cock and company,” Heath says. “Try adding cash, contacts, celebrity status, leg-ups into the industry. People crying out to be on my arm in front of the cameras, with enough behind the scenes gossip to flog it to magazines for a decent payout.”
I pause as I take in his words.
I remember how hungry my ex-boyfriend Connor was for fame, chasing ‘contacts’ at any cost. Prepared to sell out anything for a shot at the limelight – including me.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Heath replies and gestures around us. “I have a glorious existence. The luxury of being surrounded by luxury, and still being passionate about my career. I don’t need the glory of showbusiness to gain meaning from my performance on screen.” He pauses. “And I have you. Two incredible people who can indulge my needs and fantasies without ulterior motives.”
“No chance we’d sell you out. Not ever,” I say. “You can count on that, Count .”
“I know.” He smiles at Josh. “I discovered that about Weston a long time ago, and I was blessed to find a likeminded soul in you, Holly. I’m glad you are a couple and not just coworkers. You deserve each other.”
You deserve love, too. That’s what I want to say. He deserves what me and Josh have. Adoration, commitment, trust. A life with someone who wants to share it, through all of the good and bad.
Heath claps his hands, clearly marking the conversation as done and finished.
“Let’s get onto the next part of pamper day, shall we? We have a lot of ground to cover before proposal two, and I certainly don’t want to be late starting.”
“Me neither,” Josh says and glugs back the rest of his coffee.
I go along with the pair of them with a smile, though my guts are churning with the need to know more. I want to know Heath’s soul. I want to know his history. I want to know everything. I’ve spent a lot of time with him during proposals, but it’s not the same as here. This place feels like a whole other league.
Josh takes my wrist as Heath dashes to the sunroom to open the door.
“Don’t push him too hard,” Josh whispers, his mouth up against my ear. “He’s taken a lot of shit. He needs a vacation, not a therapy week, baby.”
“Sure,” I say, and Josh plants a kiss on the top of my head.
Whoa, Heath really has set up a pamper room. Two massage tables lined up, with beautiful bouquets of flowers in vases on the windowsill. There’s a huge display on the wall at the far end, like a top-notch salon, and he beckons me over with a tada! Shelves packed with body lotions and skincare products. Massage oils and lotions, and balms, and so many moisturisers you could open a store. I recognise some of the brands, and these things come with a hefty price tag.
“I have to keep myself in top condition for set,” he says.
I pick up one of the bottles. I’ve seen this one mentioned online – a vanilla and coconut cleanser that the influencers rave about. I open the lid to smell it. The raving isn’t unfounded .
“You can be my guest, literally,” Heath says. “Empty the whole wall if you want to. Just let me treat you to a session first.”
“We can take some of them?” I ask.
“You are welcome to take all of them, curva. I can restock my collection. They usually send them out to me for free.” He points to the massage tables. “Up on there, please, both of you. Robes off, nice and relaxed. I’ll do your backs first.”
I grin at Josh as we take a massage table each, both of us positioning ourselves face down. The padding feels great against my tits.
Heath lights up a scented candle, and puts on some soft music, sounding out ocean waves and wind chimes. It’s me he comes to first, laying his hands on my back to slather me in a balm that feels like butter.
His hands are magical, strong and firm as he works his fingers into my flesh. I didn’t know he was such a skilled masseur – yet another talent to add to his collection. He unknots knots I didn’t even know I had. My shoulders ease, and my back loosens, and when Heath reaches my ass, he kneads me like dough, digging his knuckles into my hips as he works.
“You’re so good at this,” I say, and he chuckles.
“Maybe I should take it up as a sideline.”
“Please don’t. I need at least eight hundred seasons of Whispers.”
I fight the urge to spread my thighs as he keeps moving down my body. I want his skilled fingers on my pussy as well as the rest of me. More than the rest of me. Still, he moves on, down to my feet where he works harder still, grinding his thumbs into the arches.
I’m so chilled out that I could lie here for ever by the time he moves over to Josh. I turn my head so I can watch him, and the concentration on his face is magnificent. His hands work with such instinct. Such precision. Josh moans in pleasure as Heath uses an elbow on a particularly tense knot under his shoulder blade.
Fuck, yes. Right there.
I’m floating in la la land, timeless as Heath pampers my boyfriend. I’m hazy when he finishes up Josh’s feet and returns to me with a fresh variety of creams.
“Turn over for me, curva.”
Heath gives me a facial of a different kind than I’m used to from my clients. It’s usually cum caking my cheeks when I’m around him, not skin cream. Again, he’s so good, leaving the moisturiser on as he moves his attention down to my tits. A breast massage, fuck, how good it feels. Too good. My breaths are shallow as he works lotion into my skin, bearing down hard as he palms me, and it’s too much. I loll my thighs open, silently begging him to work his magic on my pussy.
“Not yet,” he says.
“Please… just a taster.”
He brushes a thumb across my slit.
“That’s all your getting for now. I’m saving your cunt for proposal two.”
“Tease.”
“You’ll thank me for it later.”
Somehow, I doubt that. My body is already screaming out for his cock, as well as his magic fingers.
I’ll be tearing the envelope open when he offers it, I’ll be so desperate.
I’m not the only one who’s desperate. When it’s Josh’s turn to turn over, his cock is rock solid, but Heath doesn’t break and give in to his requests, either.
We must have been in the pamper session for two hours when Heath finishes and beckons us back over to the product shelf. He’s so ridiculously generous with the gifts that my arms are loaded with bottles and tubs when we leave. I might even need another suitcase.
Again, it hits me how much a man like Heath deserves the love that Josh and I share, but the thought of him finding someone and having to say goodbye to us… it makes me feel sick.
We sip on champagne, swim lengths, and make small talk for the rest of the afternoon, with a late lunch salad to fill us up before dinner. The tension begins to crackle in the air as the sun goes down – proposal two soon to be in sight. I hope dinner is a quick one so we can get down to it.
“What are we having?” I ask when we get back into the kitchen, and Heath smirks and taps his nose.
“Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise now. Let the envelope do the talking.”
“I meant, what are we having for dinner,” I say.
“And I meant what I said,” he says, “we’ll let the envelope do the talking.”
He disappears off to the bedroom as both Josh and I watch him, and I turn to my boyfriend with a shrug.
“Any ideas?” I ask, and Josh tips his head from side to side. Again, it’s obvious he knows Heath far better than I do when he shoots me a cracking smile.
“I might have a few, yes.”
Damnit, I’m so intrigued I want to sprint after Heath and tear the envelope from his fingers.