Page 34 of Knot Only His

She stops and shakes her head.

I like that she likes my smell, or maybe it’s all the hockey players who come in here day after day. I’m going to go with the former.

I hold up the bottle of oil in my hand. “You ready?”

Her eyes round, and she squeezes her legs together.

“You’re safe here,” I tell her, patting the bed. “Lie down, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to.”

“If I moan, just ignore me.” Harlow lies down on the bed, face down. The towel is still wrapped around her, and my heart thuds so hard it’ll break my rib cage.

I hold back a groan. My knot is already aching to be inside her.

“It’s just that my usual physio is a woman, and she doesn’t mind me making those noises.”

I draw the towel down until all of her back and the top half of her gorgeous ass is showing “Make whatever noises you need to make. I want you to relax.” I pause for a moment.

Keep this professional, Asher.

“So you were in a car accident and you’re still suffering from a sore neck?”

“Yeah.” She groans as I pour oil over her back, spreading it into her skin to warm it up. “I can go a few days before I feel like my spine and neck tighten up, and then I overcompensate and end up with spasms in my back.”

I knead her back slowly with my thumbs. “I’ll work my way to your neck, but if it gets too much, let me know.”

Harlow sighs happily. “It feels perfect.”

“Who is your usual physio?” I ask as I flatten my hands, move them over her skin while pushing with my thumbs to deepen the massage.

“Oh God,” she moans. “Tanya Fallows. She works at Happy Hands.”

I nod. “She’s a good masseuse, but she’s not a physio.”

“Mom pays for two sessions a week. I can’t afford a physio.”

“I’ll try to fit you in at least once a week.”

“Thank you. Ohhh... That’s so good.” Her perfume spills in the air. “And your oil smells amazing. I need some to bathe in.”

I smile. She really doesn’t know it’s her perfume and my scent mingling in the air.

I want to turn her over on the bed and plunge my dick inside her.

Fucking hell.

Where the hell did that come from?

My thumbs massage small circles on either side of her neck as my fingers entwine with her hair to knead her scalp.

“Asher,” she moans and then coughs. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just lose yourself in the feeling, Harlow, and you’ll benefit more from it.”

I reposition my hardening cock because despite my words; her calling my name in that way is like a siren call, causing my dick to turn into a solid steel bar.

I’ve never been turned on by a client before. It’s so unprofessional, but this is my omega. I feel justified.

“I’m going to move your arms above your head,” I tell her, taking her hands and repositioning her arms until they are hanging over the end of the bed, where I remain standing.

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