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She reached my hands, and an electric shock ran up to my shoulder. It wasn’t painful, at least not in my arm. But my cock stiffened to painful proportions.
What the hell was she doing to me?
Warm air kissed my skin as she pulled her hands away, and I wondered if she could tell I was so aroused. The sound of slick oil between her hands came again. An image flashed through my mind—one of her naked and rubbing oil over my body before I made her come in a very different way.
I didn’t usually have this kind of reaction toward women, not since I was a teenager unable to control myself. Beautiful women came and went from my life like fashionable clothes. Sometimes they suited me nicely for a while before their vibrancy faded or fell out of style.
Keeping them at arm’s length was the easiest way to maintain my façade as a womanizer. If I ever hoped to convince Ichiro I was the right man to take over the Sato empire, I needed to keep my true intentions hidden. I couldn’t let emotions interfere with my plans.
And that meant living a lie for the better part of a decade.
Coolness returned to my skin as Marissa’s thumbs rubbed down my leg. A sharp pain shot through my calf, and sparks raced up my leg. I grunted as my muscles seized.
An emptiness filled my entire being as she snatched her hands away. “Oh! I’m so sorry.”
Laughing, I flexed my foot to release the cramp. “Not your fault. I forgot to warn you it tends to do that.”
“Your leg randomly goes hard as a rock?” she asked as she gently rubbed my calf.
It wasn’t the only thing hard as a rock right now. “It’s from an old injury.”
“From Subliminal?”
My body stilled as a primal instinct took over, preparing to fight. How did this woman know about Subliminal? The gym was strictly for the Gifted.
Was this massage a setup?
Was Ichiro finally trying to put the Sato bastard down?
“Subliminal?” I asked.
The masseuse’s hands paused. “Er, sorry. Was I not supposed to know that? I just—it’s just that I recognized your tattoo from when you used to fight.”
While I remained on edge, some of the tension eased from my body. Enough to encourage her to continue the massage. “You’re a member?”
“Uh, not anymore.”
Of all the things I expected from this curious creature, it wasn’t an interest in boxing. “Small world.”
Her laugh caught me off guard, cooling my body from the inside out in a tantalizing way. “That’s for sure. I won’t say anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“It’s not. The NDA you signed covers that.”
“Oh, right. Duh.” She slid her hands up to the top of the sheet and held it ever so slightly away from my body. “You can flip over now.”
Turning over, I was grateful for the chance to study the exquisite details of her face.
She lowered the sheet and tucked it in around my body. As she did, the sheet tented above my erection. Her gaze flicked to it and a red flush overtook her cheeks and neck before she looked away again.
I couldn’t gauge whether her reaction was due to inexperience or innocence. “Lying here naked makes one rather vulnerable, doesn’t it?”
She cleared her throat and pumped more oil into her palms. “Like you said, nothing I haven’t seen before. No need to be embarrassed.”
Amusement curled my lips into a smirk. “Do I look embarrassed to you?”
Her seafoam gaze met mine, and I nearly drowned in those depths. She studied me for a heartbeat before saying, “No.”
The remainder of the massage passed in comfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional awkward fumble as her inexperienced hands worked over my muscles. Despite those moments, my body slowly melted into the table.
