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listening skin and bury my face between her legs. She looked so goddamn good and as I continued to touch her, my hunger grew to a fevered pitch.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Evelyn
There was indeed a thing called ‘magic hands’ because, in the current moment, I was experiencing a euphoria that couldn't quite be put into words. I had been unsure of whether I would be able to relax during this spa section. In fact, I had been determined to focus only on Aurora’s enjoyment of it, but after taking her some pictures, she insisted that I leave and have the chance to enjoy the relaxing afternoon as well. I was grateful for her, but this was a bit too much. Nothing too sexual was happening, but as those strong, precise hands massaged my skin, blood roared through my ears. This felt like the preamble to exquisite, slow, sensual sex, and my clit was engorged in response. I was so wet and worried that the scent emanating as a result would trouble the attendant, whoever it was; her fault, and there was nothing I could do. I needed some privacy after this, perhaps in a bathroom stall or somewhere, because I needed to come. It already disappointed me that all I could do was soothe the ache in my clit till relief was granted when what I wanted was something thick and long inside of me. Preferably Drake's cock. However, I had closed that door the previous night, and there was no way in hell that I was going to reopen it again.
I was tempted to, with all my heart, and in a way, it nearly drove me crazy, but I was determined to stick to my resolution this time around. He, however, was not making it easy for me whatsoever. I had refused to meet his gaze all throughout breakfast, but it had truly been the most uncomfortable hour of my life so far. I could feel his stare and annoyance burning through me, and then he had sent that text. I knew then that he was watching, and that I had a chance to look in his direction; however, it had taken every ounce of will not to because I knew that if I saw him, my resolution would crumble. All I would think about was being fucked until I couldn't think straight, and this was currently the source of my problems. And to think that just a little while earlier, I was worried about money. Now I was worried about sex, and it just left me exhausted. Life was too damn complicated, and so this massage session I appreciated even more.
Right then, the masseuse began to spread my legs open, needing to get between my thighs, and I was completely willing. She wouldn't go too far, but for a moment, I wished she would. That rather than just working on the external flesh, she would go further and stick a finger in or too, or perhaps a fucking toy. Damn, I really needed to be fucked, and it was all Drake's fault. Sighing, I shook my head and turned my face in the opposite direction. She kept working, and I paid attention simply because I was so soaking wet and was spilling, so she was sure to encounter that. I didn't want to have to apologize profusely and have another thing to be embarrassed about. However, she didn't seem to mind; she kept going higher every time she diverted her attention to the back of my thighs and then returned until eventually, I had to stop her.
"Maybe not too far?" I said in a light friendly tone. "This is quite relaxing, so pardon me. I didn't want to, umm—" I couldn't find the words to say what I wanted.
"Do you understand me?" I asked.
"You don't want my finger inside you?" he asked, and I started to smile, but then a couple of things immediately occurred to me. For one, that was a male voice, not a woman, and the question had been wild. What the fuck was happening? I opened my eyes and turned so I could see who had been working so freely on my body for the better part of the last half-hour.
He wasn't amused.
There was no trace of mirth on his face, so it was very clear to me that this wasn't some sort of joke. He had come in here to do exactly what he had so far, and I was shocked to my core. I stared at him and felt extremely violated. But then, one glance down at the white pants he had on, and I nearly choked. He was so hard that he was nearly bursting at the seams, while I was so wet and turned on that I was ready to ride the next surface I could find.
However, in all this, I didn't know what to say. And so, I reached forward and tried to grab my towel, but it was too far out of reach, and pretty soon, it dropped all the way to the floor, completely exposing me. I looked down at it and was so stifled, tears sprung to my eyes.
"I could sue you for this," I said, and he replied.
"For what? Giving you a massage? Didn't touch you inappropriately."
"Fucking shit." He was right; however, he had still crossed my boundary, the one I had told him I wasn't willing to cross with him.
"Please leave," I asked with my front still glued to the table and my ass out for him to see.
I could feel his stare on me, and then I felt him move; however, he didn't leave. Instead, he went over to the couch by the corner and took his seat. He was directly facing me, then; however, he wasn't looking at my body but straight at my face.
"What happened?" he asked. "Between last night and this morning? What made you decline?"
I sighed. "I thought the whole purpose of giving me time to think about it was so that I could have the chance to refuse if I wanted to."
"Sure," he said. "But I didn't expect you to refuse."
I frowned at his bold assumption.
"I understand," I nodded. "You're not used to being rejected by women, so you couldn't imagine that I wouldn't want you. Well, here's news for you, Mr. Moran. Not every woman's response to you is yes, so I would deeply appreciate it if you respected this and please gave me my peace of mind and privacy."
He watched me quietly, and I couldn't help but feel a slight fear tickled down my spine.
"I don't care for every woman to say yes to me," he said, "I was expecting you to test me. It's been a very long while since I've been attracted to a woman the way I am to you, and it's incredibly fascinating to me. I want to explore it, and I get the feeling that you want to as well, even though you had reservations based on the work you're currently handling. So... was I wrong? You have no interest in me whatsoever?"
I was speechless. I had expected him to be offended and to basically turn into a complete jerk about the entire situation. And here he was, speaking calmly and explaining to me in a way that truly made me melt, why he respectfully wanted to fuck me. My heart skipped several beats.
I stared at him, and when nothing even remotely reasonable for me to say would come to mind, I smacked my head against the chair. At the end of the day, and to put us both out of this fucking misery, I simply told him the truth.
“Everyone right now is taking this whole event as a vacation. Everyone is after their own, and it seems most people have forgotten that this is for and about the bride and groom. And from what I've seen, while everyone is having a blast, the bride and groom seem to be the two people not having any fun at all. I don't like this, and Aurora, I like Aurora a lot. I don't want her to be upset, and I want to make my time here completely about her and not about us.”
He listened, and then he nodded.
“You can do that,” he said. “My question now is why does this prevent me from fucking you right now?”
My heart stopped once again, and my brain apparently as well because even though I tried to find an answer to this question, I soon found that none whatsoever wanted to come to me. I continued to stare at him, and then once again, I collapsed onto the table in complete defeat. There was no point in fighting this; I felt like I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t get some relief. Just thinking about him and wanting him had made me so fucking sensitive and cranky. I would try a different approach and restrict this but still ensure that focus remained completely on Aurora. With this decided, I spread my legs and didn't say a further word.
