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“I’m ready.”
She drapes the towel over my lower half. Quinn begins by pouring warm oil onto her hands, the scent of lavender filling the air.
She gently places her hands on my lower back, her touch soothing and calming. As she works her fingers into my muscles, expertly kneading away the knots and tension, I let out a low groan of pleasure.
Her hands glide over my body, moving from my lower back to my shoulders and arms, her touch both tender and firm. The sensation is intoxicating, the combination of her skilled touch and the intimacy of the situation sending shivers down my spine.
"Relax," she murmurs, her breath hot against my ear. Her fingers begin to press into my tense muscles, expertly seeking out the knots and working to release them. Every touch sends a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain coursing through me, and I struggle to keep my composure.
As she works her way down my back, my breath catches in my throat. My body reacts to her proximity, and I clench my fists, trying to maintain control.
"You're really tense, Ezra," she says softly, her voice laced with concern. "You need to take better care of yourself."
"I know," I admit, my voice strained as I fight to keep my desire in check. "I've just got a lot on my mind."
She hums in understanding, her hands never faltering in their task. As her fingers continue to work their magic, I can feel my defenses crumbling. It's getting harder and harder to resist her.
I allow myself to sink into the sensation of her touch, letting it wash over me like a balm for my weary soul. And as the pain in my back begins to subside, I wonder if Quinn might just be the one person who can heal my heart as well.
With each stroke of her fingers, I feel myself slipping further under her spell. And the line between employer and employee, friend and lover, blurs before my eyes.
“All done,” she says. “How do you feel?”
I move the muscles in my back and slowly rise from the table, the towel gathered at my waist. “Amazing. You’re brilliant.”
She laughs. “Thanks, I try.”
As I stand up from the table, I notice the way Quinn's eyes flicker over my body, lingering on my exposed chest and abs. The heat in her gaze is unmistakable, and it sends excitement coursing through me.
I take a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of lavender oil that still clings to my skin. "I can't thank you enough, Quinn. You have no idea how much better I feel."
Her cheeks flush with pleasure at my words. "I'm just glad I could help."
I take a step toward her, and the towel wrapped around my waist slips, falling to the floor, leaving me completely exposed. For a moment, I freeze, but as I meet Quinn's gaze, I see the desire in her eyes, and it emboldens me.
Instead of reaching for the towel, I close the remaining distance between us, my hands coming to rest on her hips. Her breath catches in her throat, and her eyes widen in surprise. "Ezra..."
Her voice is barely more than a whisper, her lips slightly parted, and I can't resist the urge to lean in and taste them once more. I brush my thumb along her jawline, my touch gentle yet possessive.
Quinn hesitates for only a moment before leaning into me, her arms wrapping around my neck as our mouths move in perfect sync. The feel of her body pressed against mine, the taste of her lips, the sound of her soft moans—it all combines to create a heady, intoxicating sensation.
As our kiss deepens, the heat between us grows, and I can feel the fire of desire burning away any lingering barriers between us. I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carry her to the couch.
Our lips break apart, our breaths heavy and ragged, and I pause a moment to take in the sight of her. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dark with desire, and I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
"Ezra," she murmurs, her voice thick with need, "please..."
The sound of her voice, pleading for me to take her, is enough to push me over the edge. I lower her onto the couch.
I inhale her scent, a mix of her perfume and her own natural aroma. I'm caught in her spell, unable to resist her.
I dip my head down to kiss her neck, feeling her shiver against me. "Tell me what you want," I growl in her ear.
"I want you," she moans, her fingers tugging at the buttons on my shirt.
I let my hand wander down and cup her perfect ass, eliciting a moan from her. She sinks her teeth into my neck, sending another jolt of pleasure through me.
With one brisk movement, I free Quinn from her top, allowing me to explore more of her soft curves. She whimpers softly as I nibble on her earlobe, then trail tiny kisses along the nape of her neck.
