Page 33 of Christmas with Four Tattoo Artists

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt. The warmth of the oil, combined with his skilled touch, was both relaxing and arousing. He started at my shoulders, massaging the heated oil into my skin, then moved down to my back.

I let out a moan of pleasure, my body surrendering to the sensation. The heat was intoxicating, and I could feel my muscles relaxing under his expert touch.

"You like that?" he whispered, his voice tinged with amusement.

I opened my eyes to playfully glare at him but ended up just smiling. "Do you really need to ask?"

He laughed and continued his exploration, his hands moving lower, the heat following his touch. It was a dance of temperature and desire, and I was completely enthralled.

When he reached my thighs, his touch became more intimate, more intentional. The heat of the oil was now combined with a different kind of heat, one that only he could invoke.

He poured a small amount of the heated oil directly onto my inner thighs, and I gasped, the sensation both shocking and thrilling. His fingers followed the path the oil took, moving closer and closer to where I wanted him most. He spread my lips, his fingertip teasing my clit. Between the oil and my arousal, he was able to enter me with total ease, gliding inside of me with a pair of fingers and hitting my G-spot in just the way I wanted.

"Kai," I moaned, the pleasure building.

"Shh, just feel," he said, his voice soothing and seductive.

And feel I did. When he finally brought me to climax, it was with a crashing wave of warmth that washed over me, leaving me spent and utterly content.

I gave myself a moment to recover from the incredible orgasm, my chest rising and falling, my legs shaking. When I was ready, I rolled over, turning my attention back to the guys.

"Alright, lover," Andrew's voice was a mix of amusement and challenge as he eyed me from across the room, "I hope you're ready for something a bit different."

I raised an eyebrow, the memory of Kai's hot oil still fresh in my mind. "You’ve got my attention.”

Andrew's smile broadened, and he tossed a bag on the bed. "I'm into role-playing. I've got a scenario in mind, and I think you'll enjoy playing your part."

I looked at the bag, curiosity piqued. "Oh? Do tell."

His eyes sparkled with mischief. "Picture this. I'm the successful CEO of a tech company, and you're my new, highly efficient, and irresistibly attractive personal assistant. We've been working closely for weeks, and the tension's been building. Tonight, we're both working late, and well, things get a little out of hand."

I laughed, loving the concept. "You've thought this through, haven't you?"

Andrew's grin was downright wicked. "Oh, I've thought about this a lot. And I think it's time we bring it to life."

I opened the bag, finding a tight-fitting pencil skirt and a button-up blouse. "You even brought the outfit?"

"I come prepared," he said with a wink.

After cleaning up the leftover oil with a nearby towel, I dressed in the provided clothes, admiring myself in the mirror. The outfit was sexy and professional, perfect for the role. I put on the pair of high heels I had worn to the club for good measure then turned to face my 'boss.'

Andrew had changed into a tailored suit, looking every bit the powerful CEO. The transformation was incredible, and I felt a thrill of anticipation. The guys watched as an audience, and I was ready to perform.

"Ready, Ms. Smith?" he asked, his voice taking on a formal tone.

"Ready when you are, Mr. Johnson," I replied, slipping into character, a sly smile on my lips.

We were no longer just Andrew and Julia; we were playing a game, and the sexual tension was downright suffocating.

He moved closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, Ms. Smith, I've noticed how you look at me during meetings. And I must confess, I've been having some rather inappropriate thoughts about you."

I feigned shock, playing along. "Mr. Johnson! I'm a professional. I would never—"

He cut me off with a kiss, his mouth demanding and hot, his tongue finding mine for a few glorious moments. "Don't lie to me, Ms. Smith. I know you want me just as much as I want you."

Our dialogue continued, the role-play heating up as we explored the scenario. The fantasy added an element of excitement, and our words became actions.

As the role-play continued, the lines between fantasy and reality began to blur. Andrew, or should I say, Mr. Johnson, sat down in his office chair, a smirk on his face. "I think it's time for you to show your dedication to this job, Ms. Smith."

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