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“Mmm, I do. The heat feels good against my skin,” I whispered, playing along with his imagination.
Despite this being his attempt to relax me, I felt something winding, tightening, throbbing in my body and I shifted restlessly in the chair.
“Good. I rub it into your skin, gently at first, just getting a little bit all over. Then I go back to your shoulders. Still some tension there. I start on the left and work my way across slowly. So tight love, but I knead that shit right out of you. From your shoulders, down your back to your waist. Just the right amount of consistent pressure. It’s so good that you moan when I touch you.”
Of course, I would. I couldn’t help moaning when he touches me intimately. Something about his fingers stroking on and in my body sent me. It had since the first night I met him. My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I fought the urge to let my own fingers move.
“Your body feels good to me. Silky and soft from the oil and my hands. I reach for the oil again and dribble some on your ass, then watch it roll down, some of it straight down the crack. I have to stop myself from pulling those plump ass cheeks apart because if I see that oil drip on that tight, sweet little hole, I’ma have to fuck you there…”
“Real!” I gasped, squeezing my thighs so tightly, I was surprised they didn’t break.
“Shh, love. You relaxing. So, I’ma just massage those cheeks, coax you out of holding them so tense. Let that ass just rest in my palms while I stroke it. You letting go of that stress, baby. I feel it as I slide down to these thick ass legs. These thighs. I ever tell you how much I love these thighs? They multipurpose. I love that.”
“Multipurpose?” I repeated.
“Hell, yeah. These mofos can be ear warmers, beard protectors, safety belt?—”
I kissed my teeth. “Safety belt?”
“Yep. They definitely hold me in place when I’m riding that?—”
“Montréal! Just rub my legs, nasty. And don’t forget my feet!”
“You don’t know if you want to cum or laugh. But I like making you do both. And I ain’t gon’ forget them dogs,” he teased.
“They ain't dogs when you sucking them toes,” I sassed.
“Kissing them arches, either. Now, hush and enjoy this oil on the back of your knees.”
I hushed and enjoyed the imaginary warmth of the oil as it slid down my calves and the sweet eroticism of his description of rubbing my feet. I sighed as he made his way back up to my ass which he couldn’t seem to stay away from.
“I wanna rub this ass again so bad, love. This green light in here reflecting on shit. I feel like it’s telling me ‘go.’ But guess what? My hand slips down a little and...”
He gasped dramatically and I swallowed a laugh. “What, Real?”
“Why my fingertips a little wet? Let me find out this lil pussy leaking…”
I shifted, tossing off my throw, hot beyond words. “What if… what if it is?”
He chuckled softly. “Then, how you gon’ relax, love, when I’m ‘bout to wind yo’ body right back?—"
Real’s words were lost in the sudden, loud sounds of men arguing.What the hell?I’d never been to his office, but I imagined it as upscale and expensive-looking as he was. It wouldn’t be the place for scuffling and arguing.
“Sit yo’ ass down and shut the fuck up.”
Real’s tone was clipped and cold. I could tell he had moved the phone away from his mouth. Maybe I should hang up?—
“We’ll continue this tonight, love,” his voice rumbled in my ear abruptly.
“O-okay.” I was about to end the call, but instead… “Montréal?”
“Yeah?”
“Be careful,” I whispered.
“I always am,” he said before hanging up.
I stared at my phone for a minute, hand over my mouth. What was that? All of that? Why were there men quarreling in his office? And why had I let him spin a fantasy for me? That was my job, but I drifted easily into the world he created. Blurring lines and boundaries like we had been doing more and more in the last few months. I needed to?—