Page 98 of Knot Only His

Carver pushes off the bed, and I lay where he was. “Talk to me.” I keep my voice soft, professional. The way I speak to my clients.

“I need—” She sighs. “I’m just overwhelmed right now.”

“Can I help to relax you?”

“A massage would be nice.” She looks at me and smiles. “You’re pretty perfect, Asher.”

I laugh. “Because I give you massages?”

She shakes her head gently. “Because you know what I need.”

“Top off.”

She squeaks. “Just like that? Are you going to turn away?”

“No.” I reach for the hem but she swats my hand away and pulls her top over her head.

Harlow settles into the nest face down.

Her rich scent wraps around me, stirring a protective instinct deep within.

“Ready?” I ask, keeping my tone light. She nods but bites her lip, anxiety creeping into her gaze.

I begin with gentle pressure on her shoulders, kneading away the tight knots that cling to her muscles. A soft sigh escapes as my fingers glide over her skin, warmth radiating from her body.

“Do you like Carver?” she asks suddenly, breaking the silence.

I hesitate for a moment. “I do. And he loves you.”

“Do you think?” Her eyes search mine. “Can you see it?”

“I can.” I continue working on her back. “That man is obsessed with you.”

She sighs faintly at my words, but it doesn’t reach her eyes completely. There’s a flicker of uncertainty there that pulls at me.

As I move down to her lower back, her body responds differently to my touch. Like every stroke has awakened something inside her.

“You really think he cares that much?” she murmurs.

“More than you realize.” My hands work their magic on the knots in her back as I keep my focus steady. “He wouldn’t be so protective otherwise.”

Her breathing deepens as I apply pressure along her spine, easing the tension that feels like it’s been there for ages. Probably since Mrs. Jenkins left the house.

When I press on either side of her spine, she sighs as she arches into my touch. “Asher.”

My name on her lips is enough to make my cock harden.

I can’t do this for much longer. I’m supposed to be a professional in these moments, but my need for her is weakening my resolve.

“Your knots are gone.”

“Don’t I know it?” she says and laughs. Her hand reaches for my cock. “But this is one I don’t want you to get rid of.”

“Harlow!” I growl.

She laughs as she rolls onto her side and looks up at me with those turquoise eyes shimmering with gratitude and something more—a yearning that ignites a fire within me.

“Thank you,” she whispers softly before leaning in, brushing her lips against mine in a tender kiss.

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