Chapter 89

My attention was drawn back to my lover, and I set the chest down on a bedside table. Thomas stroked his fingers over the swell of the jar, fondling it with the intense, lover-like concentration he usually reserved for me. With languid movements, he began to unscrew the lid.

The jar contained a pale, biscuit-coloured lotion, scented with a fragrance I couldn’t quite name.

Tommy inhaled deeply, and closed his eye in rapture. “Sandalwood,” he breathed, and I couldn’t help but see his cock harden.

I knew he favoured that scent and frequently wore it when he made love to me. Whenever that aroma tickled my nostrils, I knew I was in for a long night of passion.

There was something else mingling with the sandalwood, though. The odour that wafted up from the ointment almost caused me to gag, and I backed away from it, a hand clasped over my nose and mouth.