“No molesting the masseuse.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not allowed.”
“I want my money back.”
“Haha.”
He continued to squeeze and shape her ass while she moved down to do the same to his. “If you keep that up, things are going to happen.”
“This is a place of business, Mr. Weyland. Your behavior could get you banned for life.”
He turned so he was face up, which was when she noticed he was hard. “What a way to go.” Somehow, he managed to lift her so she was on the table with him.
She let out a huff of protest. “I’m not finished with your treatment, sir.”
“I can’t take having your hands all over me and not being able to touch you, too. If you want me to relax, I need your help.” He nuzzled her neck and nibbled on her earlobe as he eased her top up and over her head. “Have you ever done it on a massage table?”
“Of course I haven’t. I’m a licensed professional, Mr. Weyland.”
“I love when you scold me. It’s hot as fuck.” He arranged her so she straddled him and sat up to release the clasp on her bra. “Tell me to stop if this is messing with your feng shui or whatever.”
Amused, she said, “I’m surprised you know what that is.”
“I know stuff.”
“You’re exceptionally good at removing female clothing. You must’ve had a lot of practice.”
He shrugged as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “None of that matters now that you’re here. It was all preparing me for you.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” With his hands on her face, he kissed her with the kind of wild passion she’d heard about but never fully experienced until he came along to show her what she’d been missing. “Can this table hold us both?”
“We’re going to find out.”
“What’s the over-under?”
“It’s good for up to six hundred pounds, so we should be okay.”
“Good to know.” He moved smoothly to put her under him and tugged at the button to her jeans, peeling them off along with her panties. With his feet on the floor, he buried his face between her legs, sliding his fingers into her and taking her right to the precipice of release before backing off and doing it again.
As she looked up at the ceiling she’d painted herself with stars and moons and planets to give her clients something fun to look at, she couldn’t believe this was happening in one of her treatment rooms. How would she ever step foot in that room again and not think of the sight of his dark head between her legs as he brought her to a screaming orgasm?
He slid her to the edge and pushed into her as he leaned over to tug her nipple into his mouth.
Sierra wrapped her legs around his back and buried a hand in his hair as she held on for the wild ride. On her massage table. If she had an ounce of sense left, she might find that ridiculously funny and slightly scandalous. But at the moment, she couldn’t find the wherewithal to care about anything other than the divine way he made her feel.
Once again, he made her scream as she came so hard, she saw stars.
And then she froze when she heard something outside the door.
“Sierra! Sierra!”
Oh my God, it’s Duke.
“Let me up. Quick.” She had time to put an arm across her breasts before Duke burst into the room, looking panicked.
