“Whatever makes you comfortable.” She plants her hands on her hips. “So, we should get started. Do you have sheets for this table? Is it plugged in already?”
“I’m not sure,” I answer honestly.
She raises a brow at me. “Okay,” she says carefully. “Can I have a moment to figure it out?”
“Please.” I gesture to the table.
She walks over to it, gets to her knees, and bends over to look beneath it. I grit my teeth, unable to pull my gaze from the way her thighs squish together, or how her ass is so perfectly round and just begging for my mouth. It takes everything in me not to drop behind her, tear her panties down, and bury my face between her cheeks. I bet she tastes as sweet as she acts.
My dick is fully hard now, and I quickly tuck it up between the waistband of my slacks and stomach before she gets to her feet. Which is two seconds later.
“It doesn’t look to have a heating option. I was sure you’d have a top-of-the-line table,” she says with a wink.
“It’s old.”
She nods, chewing on her bottom lip as she looks around, her gaze stopping on the shelves in the corner. Going over to them, pulls open the bottom drawer, giving a littleaha!before taking out a pile of white sheets. She gets to work covering the table, which is wonderful. I hadn’t wanted to lay on that cheap plastic, but I was willing to for her touch.
God, I haven’t been this enthralled by someone in years.
While she gets the sheets sorted, I pull my phone from my pocket and look up massage tables. I have a feeling I’m going to need a better one. I’ll hire her as my personal masseuse, if needed. Pay her double whatever she makes now with only half the work.
“All finished. I’ll leave the room so you can get changed. Any state of dress is fine with me. You can keep on anything you’re comfortable with, or take it all off.” I don’t miss the way her cheeks go pink when she says that.Are you thinking of me naked, sweetness?“Just lie face down on the table when you’re done. Under the blankets, of course.”
She nods to herself, then leaves the room, closing the door behind her. I make quick work of gettingallmy clothes off, then lie on the table. I adjust my dick multiple times so my weight isn’t crushing it beneath me. If this were anyone else, I’d ask for a happy ending outright, but I couldn’t do that with this girl for far too many reasons. The main one being she’s my son’s ex, and the last thing I need is more fires to put out. Harrison has given me one big enough to last a lifetime. There isn’t a machine to erase the knowledge of him sleeping with his stepsister fromher brain, meaning she will hold onto this forever.Meaningshe could use it against me forever.
Fucking his stepsister… What on earth was he thinking?
A short time later, there is a knock on the door.
“Are you all set?” Seraphine calls from the other side of the door.
“Yes.”
The door opens and her footsteps get closer to the table. I open my eyes, looking at the floor through the hole for my face.
“Are there any areas you don’t like massaged?”
“No.”
“Any history of injuries?”
“I dislocated my right elbow years ago, but it’s perfectly healed.”
“Thank you for telling me that. Is anything bothering you?”
Other than my aching cock?
“No.”
“Great. If there is anything I do that you don’t like, please tell me. I promise I won’t be offended. It’ll bother me more if you don’t say something.”
I listen as she moves around the room. Soft music starts to play. I’m not sure where it’s coming from, but it’s calming. Something with flutes and ocean waves. The lights in the room dim. Ordering that brand new massage chair was a great idea, but if this were heated, I swear I’d fall asleep. I want to enjoy every moment of this, so sleeping is a terrible idea.
Seraphine starts by gently pressing on my back, stretching it. She pulls the sheet down to the top of my ass, tucking it in so it doesn’t dip down too far. I hear the sound of her pumping oil into her hand, rubbing her hands together, and then her hands are on me. Small, soft, dainty things that feel immaculate.
Why do I not get massages regularly?
Her fingers dig into the bottom of my back with the perfect amount of pressure before moving up, where I really feel it. She works parts of my back that almost hurt but eventually fill me with relief. I hadn’t known I was so tense. When she gets to my shoulders, I have to stop myself from moaning. And when her hands find my neck, I do moan. It’s the most unprofessional thing I have ever done, but thankfully, she says nothing about it. In fact, she’s probably used to it.
