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“Lissa. Look at me.” She doesn’t, and I put my thumb beneath her chin, pulling her face up toward me. “I’m not replacing you. Felicity isn’t a woman I’ve met before, but she’s from a company that specializes in this type of thing.”

“Massages?” she asks skeptically.

“Yes.”

Her lips thin. “So youdon’twant another EA?”

“Felicity isn’t coming near me at all. This is all for you.”

Her brow puckers in confusion, and I push her gently against the basin as she puts her hands behind her to steady herself. She’s glaring up at me with fire in her eyes now.

“I can send her away.”

“It’s… It’s just a massage?”

“Yes. I want you to relax and enjoy yourself, that’s it. I’d like to watch if you’re okay with me staying in the room. But I have no interest in Felicity.”

I feel a little thrill bloom in my chest. “You don’t like the idea of me touching another woman?” I ask, and her eyes harden, but she doesn’t say anything.

I push my hardening cock against her body and lower my head, kissing her jaw.

“Tell me,” I say as she shudders in my arms, a little sexy growl coming out of the back of her throat.

“No… I don’t like it,” she bites out.Jesus, that snap in her voice does things to me.

“Do you want me to send her away?”

“No.”

“Same rules apply,” I say, kissing her lips gently. “If you’re uncomfortable, everything stops.”

“Alright,” she whispers, her breath coming faster now. “But she doesn’t touch you at all.”

“I don’t want her to,” I say, my fingers moving beneath her skirt. “I just want to watch you.”

I pull back as she leans into me, her legs widening. I can see she’s turned on by the idea, but I can’t read her well enough to know how this will play out.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I ask, pushing my fingers against her panties as she closes her eyes and melts against me with a little moan. God, I love that noise.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I think so.”

“Come on, you’re going to love it.”

Chapter 29

Lissa

Felicity is beautiful. She’s also intimidatingly tall, which makes me nervous.

Oliver doesn’t take his eyes off me as I lie down on the table, a towel over my body, but I watch him carefully, jealousy riding high.

The feeling of betrayal when I walked in and saw another woman beside him was shocking in its intensity. Try as I might, I couldn’t hide it from him. It’s clear what he says was true; this is for me and me alone, but I still don’t like it.

Why does he need someone else in the room? Why can’t it just be us?

I’m stiff and irritated as Felicity oils up her hands and starts to massage my shoulders. It feels good, and the smell of the oils and the gentle playlist she’s put on is soothing, but I can’t get out of my own head.

Oliver is sitting opposite us. I did consider sending him away, but for some reason, I didn’t like the idea of being alone with her. It’s nothing to do with Felicity; she’s clearly a professional and very experienced, but I didn’t want him to leave.