“What was that?” Directly behind me, she bends down while the cursor blinks on my computer login screen.
“I was just saying—” My body reacts before my mind does. She begins massaging my shoulders and I melt into her hands kneading my tight muscles. “It’s nice seeing you and Ember getting along like that. You’re really good with her.”
My words transform into a satisfied sigh as her hands work in unison. “That feels amazing.”
“I know it does,” she murmurs, voice more Krampus than Kringle.
My eyes get heavier as her thumbs work a spot along my shoulder blade. Over the years, I’ve dreamt about her hands—not just the way they make my legs shake when I’m close, but how she could ease every knot in my back in minutes.
“I admit, Ember’s been doing a nice job. Much better than I expected. That little dog is as determined as they come.” She slides a knuckle up each side of my neck and chuckles at my moan. “You know who else has been working hard?” she whispers, breath warm and delicious against my ear.
A chill runs down my spine, then lower, reminding me it’s been too long since anyone’s rubbed therightparts of my body. “Who?”
“You. You’ve been very productive these last few days.”
That’s one word for it. I can’t help my smile. “I’m just—” I halt my words.
Her hands slide lower, the warmth of them traveling dangerously close to the side of my breasts.
“I’m quite committed to my craft,” I continue. “And my business partner is on vacation.”
“Mmhm. I’ve noticed.” Her fingers trace slow circles. “But you know what really caught my eye?”
My nipples press more firmly against the fabric of my shirt with each brush of her fingertips. Her lips graze my earlobe, making my breath catch.
“Seeing you lying under the Christmas tree. What was that pose again? The one with your back arched and ass up.”
“Oh, that.” I say with a grin, biting my lip. “I was just adjusting the lights.”
Her hands stop moving. “With your legs in the air and lace panties around your ankles?”
Smiling, I nod. “Did you enjoy the view?” I ask and dip my head back, wrap my arms around her head, and pull her closer. The cold metal of her necklace grazes my bare shoulder, spreading goose bumps across my skin, the way her touch has so many times before.
“I believe you already know the answer to that.” Her voice drips like honey against my ear.
I tilt my head, granting her more access to my neck. “Maybe I was hoping you would do something about it.”
That devilish grin I know all too well is back. She clicks her tongue and straightens from my embrace. Both her hands travel to my hair, and she rubs slow, deliberate circles. “Tell me something, Sweetheart.”
I love that she remembered how much I enjoy scalp massages.That I want you?I almost say, but don’t. “Anything.”
Her voice drops to a low, sultry whisper. “Have you been trying to get under my skin?”
“No,” I insist weakly, eyes rolling back in bliss as her thumbs trace circles around my ears. “I’ve been working.”
“Not even a little?” The pressure increase goes straight to my already pulsing clit. “You can tell me the truth.”
Silence.
“Maybe, a little,” I finally confess.
“Good, Charlotte,” she growls my name, drenching my panties in the process. “Good girl.”
By now, I’ve forgotten what day, month, and year it is. I don’t care what planet I’m on, as long as she doesn’t stop touching me.
“I want to massage that perfect ass of yours. Would you like that?”
A whimper falls from my lips when her hands travel south again. She knows I used to love those too. I nod.
