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Eyes on the floor, I froze.
I was staring at men’s shoes walking in. My heart slammed like a rock against the table, and before I knew it, a hand was lifting the towel off my naked ass.
From the mere graze of the fingers, I knew it wasn’t Turner.
“Oh my God – asshole!” I hissed, lifting my head to find Julian standing over my body, a crooked smile on his lips.
“Lay down.”
His command was a low murmur, but it still packed more authority than I could deny. Lying back down on the table, I peeked up to watch Julian gaze down at the coconut oil.
“Are you going to finish my massage?” I smirked. “I did have twenty minutes left.”
“You’ll get your twenty minutes,” Julian said as his dexterous fingers flicked down the front of his shirt to unbutton. When it fell open, I got a delicious, two-second view of his six-pack before he said, “Head down.”
Biting my lip, I put my head down, watching his feet round the table to stand at the very front, just above me. I was still giggling as I heard him oil up his palms.
But I closed my eyes and moaned when I felt his strong hands press down on my shoulder blades. My mouth parted as he began rubbing down to my back, then the small of it before he leaned over enough to grab handfuls of my ass. Though he squeezed a bit for his own pleasure, he still massaged me, pressing the heel of his palm against all the right places.
His touch was distinctly different than the masseuse’s. It was firm, relaxing yet undeniable sexual. The pads of his fingers stroked me in slow, almost circular movements – like he was savoring my skin.
Oh God, this is too good.
Lifting my head, I could see Julian getting hard through his slacks as he hovered over me. I parted my lips. I was only inches from being able to cup his package with my mouth, and the thought alone made me so incredibly wet.
It also made it particularly torturous when Julian started massaging my thighs.
Sliding his hand between them, he gave long downward strokes, scooping my pussy on the way up every time.
“You’re so ready for me,” Julian murmured, gathering more and more of my wetness on his palm with every stroke of my thigh. I bit the edge of my fist as I tried to muffle myself, but the anticipation was killing me.
“Put your fingers inside me,” I whispered pleadingly.
“I thought you wanted a massage,” he teased as he spread my legs, propping one knee slightly up to expose my pussy. Then with just his index and middle fingers, he rubbed between my thighs, teasing my slick folds and getting them impossibly hot with every stroke. “Your ass looks so fucking good like this,” he murmured. I gasped when he spanked it, his other hand still massaging my pussy. “Look at how hard you have me.”
I tilted my head up again, gasping at the steel rod straining against Julian’s slacks.
“Take them off,” I begged softly.
“Lie on your back,” Julian countered as he rounded to the side of the table, presenting me the delectable view of his shirtless body.
I felt another surge of wetness in my pussy as he gave those three swift jerks to undo his belt. I’d become addicted to that sight.
“Massage the oil onto your tits,” Julian said as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
I reached over to dip my fingers in the oil, holding my hand above my chest to watch the liquid drip onto my hard nipples then slide down my naked curve. The sight was tantalizing even for me. I had to gaze down and watch as I rubbed my own breasts, letting out a giggle for the fact that I was practically shining them for Julian.
But he didn’t share in my amusement. In fact, as he watched me, his jaw tightened. He actually looked turned on to the point of being pissed off when he approached me, running his hand over the length of his clothed erection.
“I don’t think you realize, Sara,” he pulled my hands away from my body, “just how much of a fucking animal you turn me into,” he finished in a murmur, pushing my tits up and together. They were so round and reflective they looked almost fake, and I never in a million years thought I’d find that arousing, but right now, I was so wet I was pooling onto the table. “Do you have any idea how difficult it is to carry on with a meeting when all I can think about is you? When all I can see is your perfect fucking body getting rubbed down by hands that aren’t mine?”
“I’m sorry I ruined your meeting,” I smirked.
“You’ll make it up to me,” Julian said, sending a chill over my skin. With gravel in his voice, he murmured, “Spread your legs for me.”
As soon as I did, he cupped under my left thigh, pulling me to the edge of the table and lifting my leg. Resting it on his naked chest, he pulled out his cock, stroking it twice in his hand before sliding it into my pussy.
“Oh my God.”
