Right Day, Wrong Place

Seth Gamble struts into what he thinks is the motor vehicle office, but nope—it's a steamy nuru massage joint. Quinn Wilde, the hot masseuse, spots him and breaks the bad news with a sly grin. Dude's totally in the wrong spot and blew his appointment. Bummer, right? But Quinn's a sweetheart; she offers him a freebie massage to melt away that frustration. Seth's eyes light up—he's all in, no hesitation. She leads him to this big, squishy mattress, and boom, clothes off for both of them. Naked as the day they were born. Seth's jaw drops when Quinn starts pouring that slick nuru gel everywhere—over her curves, down his chest, making everything gleam and slippery. She presses her bare skin tight against his, sliding slow and teasing, bodies grinding like they were made for it. Stress? What stress? The heat between them builds fast, turning confusion into pure, electric fun. Who knew getting it wrong could feel this damn good?