Page 57 of Knot Only His

“Are you ready?” I keep my voice steady, professional.

“I am.”

As I step back to the other side of the curtain, my breath momentarily catches in my throat at the sight of Harlow. She lies there on her back, so vulnerable, yet a vision of beauty. Her naked body is delicately concealed by the draped sheet.

I shrug off any immoral thoughts, reminding myself to respect the boundary this position has put us in.

Her face flushes a delicate pink hue as she stares at the ceiling. Her teeth graze over her bottom lip, a nervous habit that only adds to her allure.

“Same as before Harlow. Raise your arm above your head.”

Her eyes widen and she stares at my hands, suddenly realizing they are going to be on her flesh. “Okay.”

I smile because her voice sounds more and more like a squeak. More and more like the omega she hides underneath.

“I’m a qualified physio, Harlow. We were professional about this last time and we can be again,” I say.

I give her a reassuring smile. A small attempt to ease any nervousness she may be feeling. Though my body may yearn for more, my professionalism remains intact—for now.

I begin with gentle movements, my fingers working methodically along her neck muscles. “Jagger was talking about you. He seems quite taken with you.”

“Oh, that is sweet. He seems like a lovely boy.” Harlow’s voice softens, and I notice the tension in her shoulders ease slightly. “I waved at him yesterday when he arrived from school. Then he came and gave me a drawing. Apparently, I wear a cape and a mask.”

I laugh, adjusting my grip to work on a tight spot. “Sounds about right. He went through a phase where he drew everyone as superheroes. I got to be Batman for three straight weeks.”

“Ouch,” she winces as I hit a knot.

“Sorry.” I ease the pressure. “This area’s particularly tense. Have you been sleeping awkwardly? That knot in your neck is deep.”

“I’m sleeping on my friend’s spare bed. It’s seen better days.”

She tilts her head to one side as my hands move in slow, deliberate circles.

“A friend?” I say.

“Yeah. Freya. I haven’t found a place that I can afford yet.” She relaxes further under my touch. “You should meet her. Oh my god, she makes the best muffins. You’ll fall in love with her. Maybe she could…”

“I’m sure she’s lovely.” I smile, moving to work on the top of her trapezius muscles.

“Okay, now turn and put your face in the hole.” I hold the soft linen against the bed as she turns. “Make yourself comfortable, and I’ll begin.”

Harlow positions herself on the bed, her body relaxing into the plush cushions beneath her. I observe her body, the subtle contours of her back and ass.

The smell in the room carries a delicate blend of scented oils and tranquility, which should add to the ambiance of the experience. But the alpha in me can only smell her.

Be professional.

“You need to relax,” I tell her because, my god, her tension is palpable even though she is beneath the sheet.

She laughs. “I’m naked under here.”

Tell me about it.

I push at my cock, which has been hard since she walked into my room.

I take a deep breath as I warm my hands, ready to work on her back and neck.

“Have you thought about what Coach asked you?” I probe gently, fingers brushing against her skin as I begin to knead away the knots in her muscles.

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