“And that’s what you’re doing now?” he asks, acting like he’s actually curious.
“No, not yet,” I tell him as I work his QL muscle. “First you have to warm up the muscles. You don’t want to …” I swallow. “Go in too deep, too fast.”
“Mmm-hmm,” he hums.
Oh God.I’ve never been more glad that I don’t have to look someone in the eye than I am right now.
“Why?” he asks, and I note the hint of amusement in his tone. Right away I know he’s trying to make me uncomfortable, but the joke’s on him. I’m already at my breaking point with him being practically naked, laid out before me, while I stand here knowing what it feels like to have his hands on my body. The air is thick between us and I’m hanging on by a damn thread while I answer his question as honestly as I can.
“Because if you go in too deep, too fast, the body just isn’t ready. It’ll fight you. You want these muscles nice and warm,” I say, pressing into his mid-back. “Ready to … take it harder, before you really get to work.” My voice is almost breathless.
I add a little more oil and run my hands down his sides, pressing harder now, knowing he can take it. I spend the next fewminutes working the area where I know his disc was damaged, loosening him up and ridding him of various knots in places that I can feel need the most work. I don’t know how I manage to do it and keep myself together. Through it all, Sean breathes deeply and evenly, and by the end, I’m a hot, disheveled mess.
When I’m almost satisfied with my work for this first session and thoroughly turned on, I ask him to flip over so I can finish working the trap muscles that connect his neck to his lower back. I hold the sheet up so he can roll over easily, but when I let it drop back down it does nothing to conceal the heady bulge of his swollen cock in his boxers. He reaches up and folds his arms behind his head with a smug look that says he isn’t even remotely embarrassed that he’s turned on. It’s almost admirable.
“Arms at your sides,” I correct him quickly. He keeps watching me but does what I say as I force myself to finish the massage. Sliding my fingers carefully over the sides of his neck, I start massaging. His eyes are open now as I work, watching me, studying me, which only makes me more nervous as I move to his right side. I favor the area below his rib cage, the muscles there connecting to the place in his back where he was injured. I lean over him, working the other side for good measure, my fingers gliding firmly over the muscles along his abs. It’s under the sheet at the base of his hips that I press my fingertips into his flesh harder, almost panting, both of us knowing the pace of our breathing has nothing to do with this massage. I could so easily push this thin cotton sheet out of the way, rid him of those boxers and lower my face down.
His eyes fall closed and he groans again, and it fuels me. His right hand moves from his side to the back of my thigh as I stand beside him, letting my hands move over the ink that runs along the length of his ribs. His eyes flutter open and we watch each other for a beat before he gives in and moves first, sliding his heavy palm upward with perfect pressure to the threshold ofmy ass and resting it just below the curve. All I can do is breathe in a shallow gasp. I need to tell him to stop but I don’t.I can’t.
I say nothing as he grips my upper thigh and it fills his hand. He squeezes, hard, and I whimper, biting my lip as my eyes flutter closed. I turn away, trying to focus on finishing the job even though all I want is his hands on me.
The alarm on the counter quietly goes off, causing me to jump, signaling the end of his time with me. I finish the area I’m working on and slowly stand back, just looking at him.
“Ax,” is all I whisper. He wastes no time sitting up, swinging his legs over the side and pulling me in to settle between them.
“Sean,” he corrects. His abs flex as he leans closer and breathes me in, my face only inches from his.
“This is where I work, I have to be … professional,” I tell him, barely breathing as his hands come up and grip my ass tighter.
He looks me over, slowly. “There’s nothing fucking professional about us, Layla.”
I stay still for a beat, just breathing the sweet air between us.
“I havenoidea what you mean,” I whisper defiantly. Sean chuckles darkly, pinning my eyes with his as his thumb comes up to trace my jaw, and I shudder.
“You makemeweak, Layla, and that’s something I’ve never been before.” He moves his lips closer. The alarm continues its relentless chiming on my desk.
“I needyouto be strong. I needyouto push me away, little dove, because I’m not strong enough to make you, and if I kiss you right now, I won’t stop. I’ll become something I never am.” With his hard warm body pressed against me, I’m frozen in place.
“And what is that?” I ask.
His breath is even. Outwardly he seems calm and collected, though I can see a struggle in his eyes.
“Reallyfucking out of control.”
Something in me snaps with his honest words and I realize that maybe I can be that honest too. I can beboththe weakest and strongest versions of myself with him. I reach my arms up around his neck and move even closer.
“I think … I want you out of control,” I whisper as I lean in and take what my body wants. I press my lips to his and the world around me ignites. He stiffens at first, sucking in a breath as if he didn’t expect this from me, so I move slowly, teasing. My kiss is soft, my lips pressed against his plush mouth cautiously as his hold suddenly tightens around my waist, and then he groans, deeply. It hums against my lips and sears every part of me as Sean takes over with a hunger I could have never prepared for. My lips part and every thought of winning or losing, of being weak or strong, leaves my head. All I can feel is him as I let him in.
“Fuck,” he growls as his tongue sinks into my mouth, and I grip him tight as we kiss with an intensity like we were made to be one. The more we kiss the faster we move, and the deeper and more desperate the kiss grows. He’s hard and pressing into my abdomen. I’m slipping, losing control as every delicious swipe of his tongue searches my mouth with perfect pressure. He tastes me as if he’s memorizing the way we move together.
I moan into him and his name is right there, but I kiss him deeper to silence myself. I know the moment I say it like this I’ll be his, and I can’t promise him that yet. He kisses me back without hesitation, but a low growl rumbles in his chest with frustration as footsteps sound outside the door and remind us that anyone could hear. Something about it makes my core throb even more and it takes every single shred of self-control that I possess to pull my lips from his and remove his hands from my body, backing away.
“I … have a staff meeting in ten minutes,” I tell him in abreathless whisper as the alarm continues to sound. Sean watches me, and I see the effort it’s taking for him to hold back; his own chest heaves and his eyes are crazed with lust. A second passes between us and I realize that he isn’t going to let me out of this room. He may actually try to fuck me right here during my workday, and I don’t want him to think this is that kind of place.
My heart begins to pump even faster. I’ve pushed him too far. He told me not to kiss him. He told me to walk away. I start to back up slowly, but Sean stands, stalking closer in nothing but his black boxers, tight around the outline of his solid cock. There’s a dark glint in his eyes as he shakes his head slightly and taps the alarm so it stops beeping. I turn to bolt for the door, and I almost make it. My hand grips the handle, but Sean is faster and more calculated. One heavy hand covers mine, turning the knob back, and the other rises above us to keep the door firmly shut, making sure my escape route is taken from me swiftly and quietly before he locks the door from the inside.
Our breath is heavy as I spin around and stare up at him in shock, caged in his arms, waiting for my fate as his lips come down to hover over mine.
