Page 123 of The Holiday Clause
He tried to think of everything that turned him off, but his mind blanked and his dick throbbed when her raspy voice teased through the silence like an erotic caress.
“Is it warm enough in here for you?”
He grunted as he cautiously watched her. She moved with quiet authority about the space, completely in her element.
When she dimmed the lights another notch and lit a candle, he knew he was fucked. Then she hit a switch on the wall, and tranquil music started to play over the sound of trickling water and thunder in the distance.
“You’re still dressed.” She rolled a fresh white towel into a bolster.
“I, uh, guess I’m a little nervous.” Was seducing a massage therapist legal if you already had seen them naked and brought them to orgasm? The professional boundaries blurred.
“There’s no need to be nervous. I’m a professional.” Her voice was gentle but clinical. “You’re going to lie face down with your head in the cradle, completely covered with a sheet.”
Did she honestly think nudity made him nervous? He was more worried about keeping control of his impulses and not throwing her over that table and fucking her hard into next week.
She’s still a virgin. She’s still a virgin. She’s still a virgin…
The reminder grounded him, but also reinforced how badly he wanted to get inside her. She wouldn’t be a virgin for long. And then he would forever own that part of her.
His.
His cock stiffened another inch as his throat tightened. “Wren?—”
She silenced him with a kiss. “No more excuses, Grey. In here, I’m in charge.”
Christ, he would break his dick on that damn table. She tugged at his shirt and he caught her wrist. “I’ve got it.” If they proceeded, she couldn’t touch him.
How will that work, genius? Her hands will be all over you…
He stiffly pulled off his shirt and removed his belt. He hesitated at the button of his constricting jeans. “Is it cool if I keep my pants on?”
She smiled and executed a sexy little eye roll. “If that helps you, fine. But you’ll get more out of it if you’re naked.” She pulled back the crisp white sheet draped over the table and turned around to give him privacy. “Once you’re ready, get under the sheet and we’ll begin.”
He was so royally fucked.
He shoved down his jeans, and his erection angled toward her like a stiff German hunting pointer. Thankfully, the table had enough padding that he could make it work. He shoved his cock down and gently lowered to his stomach, unsure where to put his arms.
Pulling the sheet over his ass, he dropped his face in the hole. “Ready.”
“Good.” She adjusted the sheet. “Lift your feet. I’m going to put the bolster under them to make it a little more comfortable for you.”
The rolled towel helped distribute his weight more evenly. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe a little slower.
“I’ll start with some light effleurage to warm the tissue. Let me know if anything feels too intense.”
Effleurage? What the hell was effleurage?It sounded like something that should be illegal in at least three states.
He cleared his throat. “Got it.”
“Just a warning, I’ll need access to your lower back and glutes. Are there any areas you want me to avoid?”
He literally wanted her hands everywhere. “Nope.”
The first caress sent a shockwave of pleasure straight to his groin.
“You’re tense. Try to relax, Grey. I’ve got you.”
I’ve got you…
