Madison
I slipped the blouse off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Standing there in my black lace bra, I felt exposed yet powerful under his hungry gaze.
“Continue,” he commanded softly.
My hands moved to my jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down. I wiggled my hips to push them down my legs, stepping out of them when they pooled at my feet.
“The rest, too,” Alexander said, his voice rougher now.
“You said just the blouse and jeans.”
“I lied.” His eyes traveled over my body. “Everything, Madison.”
My heart hammered against my ribs as I reached behind to unhook my bra. The straps slid down my arms, and I let the garment drop. Alexander’s sharp intake of breath was audible in the quiet room.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, pushing away from the wall and moving toward me.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, sliding them down until I stood completely naked before him. The cool air pebbled my nipples, and I resisted the urge to cover myself.
“Lie down,” he instructed, his voice husky. “On your stomach.”
I climbed onto the massage table, positioning myself face–down. The leather was cool against my heated skin.
“Comfortable?” Alexander asked, his hand skimming lightly down my spine.
“Yes,” I breathed, trying to ignore the way my body responded to his touch.
I heard the sound of a bottle opening, then the warm scent of sandalwood filled the air.
Alexander’s hands, slick with oil, pressed against my shoulders, and I couldn’t hold back a small moan.
“Relax,” he murmured, his strong fingers working into the tight muscles. “Let me take care of you.”
His hands moved with confident precision, finding knots I didn’t even know existed and working them loose. The pressure was firm but not painful, and I felt myself melting under his touch.
“You carry too much tension here,” Alexander said, his thumbs pressing into a particularly tight spot between my shoulder blades. “What’s on your mind, Madison?”
“Nothing,” I lied, my voice muffled against the headrest.
“Liar.” His hands slid lower, working the muscles along my spine. “Your body can’t hide secrets from my hands.
I bit my lip as his fingers dipped dangerously close to the sides of my breasts. “Just work stress.”
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“Hmm” He didn’t sound convinced. His hands moved to my lower back, thumbs pressing into the dimples just above my ass. “And what else?”
My mind raced with thoughts I couldn’t voice. Would Katherine return someday? Was Alexander still in love with her? Was that why he’d created this arrangement instead of a real relationship? And what would happen when our year was up?
“Nothing important,” I managed, gasping as his hands slid over the curve of my ass.
“Your ass is perfect,” he said, kneading the flesh appreciatively. “Has anyone ever told that?”
“Not recently,” I replied, my voice breathy.
Alexander chuckled, his hands moving down to work on my thighs. “Their loss.”
you
His strong fingers worked their way down my legs, from the backs of my thighs to my calves, then all the way to my feet. Each touch was both therapeutic and torturous, relaxing my muscles while igniting my desire.
“Turn over,” he commanded after finishing with my feet.
I hesitated, suddenly self–conscious again.
“Madison.” His voice was firm. “Turn over.”
Slowly, I rolled onto my back, resisting the urge to cover my breasts or the junction between my thighs. Alexander’s eyes darkened as they traveled over my naked body.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispered, pouring more oil into his palms.
He started with my shoulders again, working his way down to my collarbone. When his hands slid lower to cup my breasts, I couldn’t suppress a moan.
“Sensitive here?” he asked, thumbs circling my nipples without quite touching them.
“Yes,” I breathed, arching slightly into his touch.
“I’ve noticed.” His fingers finally brushed across my hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. “Your nipples get hard whenever I’m near you. Even through your blouses at work.”
“That’s not true,” I protested weakly.
“No?” He pinched lightly, making me gasp. “I’ve counted at least five times this week alone.”
His hands continued their downward journey, massaging my ribs, stomach, and hips. Each touch was professional yet intimate, therapeutic yet erotic. When his fingers skimmed the insides of my thighs, I instinctively parted my legs slightly.
“Eager?” Alexander smirked, deliberately avoiding the place where I most wanted his touch.
“Just relaxed,” I lied.
“Your pussy says otherwise.” His finger traced a line dangerously close to my center. “You’re wet, Madison. I can see it glistening.”
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I closed my eyes, mortified yet aroused beyond measure. “It’s just the oil.”
“Liar” He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “I know what your arousal looks like. I know what it tastes like, too.”
My eyes flew open to find his face inches from mine, his expression hungry and intense.
He slid his hand between my thighs, his finger just barely grazing my clit. I bucked against his touch, desperate
for more.
“Patience,” he admonished, withdrawing his hand to continue massaging my legs.
As his hands worked their magic on my calves and feet, my mind wandered again. What was I doing here? This arrangement had seemed so straightforward at first: exclusive dating for a year in exchange for my mother’s medical care. But nothing about it felt simple anymore.
Would Katherine return and claim him? The thought made my stomach twist with jealousy.
“You’re thinking too hard again,” Alexander observed, his hands now working back up my legs. “I can feel you tensing up.”
“Sorry,” I murmured.
“Don’t apologize. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
I bit my lip. “It’s nothing.”
His hands stilled on my thighs. “Madison.”
“Really, it’s stupid.”
Alexander’s eyes narrowed. “I decide what’s stupid. Tell me.”
I took a deep breath. “I was just wondering… what happens after our arrangement ends?”
His expression remained unreadable. “That’s months away.”
“I know, but-”
“But nothing.” His hands resumed their movement, kneading my inner thighs. “We have an agreement. Let’s focus on that.”
His dismissal stung more than it should have. What had I expected? That he’d declare his undying love? I was being ridiculous.
“And now you’re upset,” Alexander observed, his finger tracing circles dangerously close to my center.
“I’m not,” I lied.
“Your body can’t lie to me, remember?” His finger finally, finally brushed against my clit, making me gasp. You’re so responsive. So honest here, even when your words try to deceive.”
I moaned as he continued to tease me, his touch light enough to drive me crazy but not enough to give me
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release. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure, anything to satisfy the aching need building between my thighs.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
