Page 69 of The One That Got Away

As Max ran his delicious palms over my shoulders, I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my thighs.

There was no way I could make it through an hour of this without coming on this massage table.

How could he make me feel so good just by touching my bloody shoulders? What the hell would happen if he flicked his thumb on my clit?

God, I really, really wanted to find out.

I wanted him to do so much to me.

I wanted him to touch me everywhere.

Max’s hands glided down to the centre of my back and every nerve ending in my body came alive.

A deep moan flew from my mouth. I couldn’t stop it.

‘You okay?’ Max asked.

‘Morethan okay,’ I said, my breath ragged.

I was too relaxed, too turned on to hide how I was feeling. My brain was mush, my body was on fire. I was this close to telling Olga that three was a crowd and booting her out of here so I could pull Max on top of me.

As Max’s palms skimmed the top of my arse, I ground my hips into the bed.

I swear to God, if he kept going, I was going to explode.

Just as Max ran his fingertips lower, I heard a voice call Olga’s name from behind the curtain.

‘So sorry to interrupt Max and Stella,’ it was Jasmine, ‘but I have an urgent message for Olga. Olga, there’s an important call for you in the office. I need you to come with me. Will you two be okay to carry on by yourselves for fifteen minutes or so?’

‘Yeah,’ Max replied.

‘Yes,’ I panted.

‘I am very sorry about this.’ Olga sounded flustered. ‘I will be back as soon as possible.’

‘I hope she’s okay,’ Max said, continuing to run his hands all over me.

‘Are we alone?’ I asked.

‘We are,’ Max said. ‘And looks like we’ll be that way for fifteen minutes…’

‘Mmm,’ I groaned. ‘As long as you keep touching me like that, I don’t care if she leaves us alone for hours.’ I wasn’t bothered if he knew I liked him or not. I’d wished for Olga to leave and now that the sex gods had granted my first wish, I wished that Max would want to take advantage of the situation.

‘On the boat, I asked you a question,’ Max said, ‘but you didn’t answer.’

‘What question?’

‘I asked,’ his fingers skimmed my lower back, sending shockwaves through me again, ‘if you meant what you said when you were drunk. If you really wanted us to go back to your room and fuck.’

Hearing him say that word sent my pulse racing.

‘Yes,’ I panted. ‘I meant it.’

‘And do you still want me to do that?’

‘Yes.’ My heart thundered through my chest.

‘Good,’ Max growled. ‘And would you like me to fuck you right here, right now on this massage table?’

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