It’d been so long since I had sex that I’d forgotten how badly I needed to be touched, even if it was just for a few seconds. Even if it was in some place like this where anyone could watch.
“Miss McGuire?” Chris cleared his throat.
“Sorry.” I faced him again. “Maybe just fingers for now. I can change that later, right?”
“Of course,” he said. Then he whispered, “Now, between you and me, even though this is a sex resort, the massages are supposed to be legit. Like, ‘just massages.’ My boss who contracts us out knows nothing about these little add-ons, okay? So, don’t mention this on the survey card at the end, okay?”
“Um, okay.”
“Good. The massage will be charged to your room, but I’ll need two hundred dollars cash right now for the other part.”
Something told me to give a second thought to this shadiness, but the words on that paper sounded too promising.
I pulled two hundred-dollar bills from my purse. “I won’t mention it.”
“Perfect,” he said, sliding me a card. “Check off on all your boundaries, write exactly—and I mean, exactly—what you want, and arrive at the spa building at seven o’clock tonight.”
Temptation Island
Harlow
Later that evening, I stepped into the massive villa that housed the spa.
Freshly showered and wrapped in a custom white robe, I took several deep breaths.
Relax, Harlow. Relax.
“You can follow me, Miss McGuire.” A woman beckoned me to follow her down a hall and into a small beige room.
“Whenever you’re comfortable, take off your robe and get on the table,” she said. “Be sure to pull on the eye mask and place the sheet over your body. The technician will knock before entering the room.”
“Wait.” I didn’t want her to leave me alone yet. “Does getting something like this make me seem desperate?”
“Every guest at this resort is desperate.” She smiled. “That’s the entire point. Any other questions?”
“Just one.” I nodded. “This is one hundred percent legal? Like, the FBI won’t burst through the door mid-massage and say anything about indecency or paying for sex acts, right?”
She gave me a blank stare.
“I just want to be sure that none of the things I requested will cross an ethical line.”
She glanced at the clipboard in her hand.
“You’re damn near thirty years old and you gave full consent for a full body massage with oil, water, and hot stones,” she said. “According to what you’ve written, you want the tech to ‘Make me come with his fingers and his tongue if possible, deeply kiss both sets of my lips, and not make me feel guilty if I come in his mouth because I tend to get super wet when I’m turned on and—”
“Okay, okay.” I cut her off. “I know what the hell I wrote.”
“You should hurry up and get on the table.” She shot me a look of sympathy. “You need a release more than any person I’ve ever seen.”
She left without another word.
Letting out a breath, I took off the robe and draped it over the sofa. Then I pulled the black silk face mask over my eyes and climbed onto the table.
I lay face down on the feathered pillow and inhaled its soft vanilla scent.
Minutes later, the lights dimmed, and the sound of falling rain filled the room. The soothing scents of eucalyptus and lavender followed.
The door creaked as it opened from behind, and I tensed—anticipating the tech’s first touch.
“Hi,” I said.
He didn’t answer.
Without removing the sheet or introducing himself, he caressed the crease of my spine with his fingertips.
Sliding a warm hand against my neck, he threaded his fingers through my hair for several moments. Then he pulled it into an elastic band and took his time making a messy bun.
I relaxed as he caressed my sides through the sheet, as he silently commanded me to relax without saying a single word.
“Shaaaa … Shaaaa…” Hot steam seeped into the room as the seconds passed, and he gently pushed the sheet down to the curve of my ass. Then to my ankles.
My body was entirely exposed for his control.
The next thing I felt was a parade of warm droplets marching in a line down my back.
“Ahhh…” I exhaled as his hands spread the oil across my skin, as he took his time kneading my muscles like dough.
He slid his hands between my legs, slowly and gently massaging my inner thighs. His fingertips inched closer to my pussy with every roll, but whenever he came close, he returned to handling my thighs.
I bit my tongue so he wouldn’t hear me moan, but this man’s hands were a perfect concoction of pleasure and pressure, and I couldn’t handle it.
As if he was appreciating my reaction, he pressed his thumb against my soaking wet clit, slowly teasing me with a rhythm I knew I’d never be able to match. Just when I thought I was following his tempo, he blew a kiss against my swollen slit.
“Fuck…” I moaned, and he let out a low laugh that turned me on even more. A low laugh that sounded somewhat familiar.
Why do I feel like I’ve heard it before?
Sliding two fingers deep inside of me, he groaned, and I sucked in a staggered breath.
He slid them in a bit deeper, hitting my spot so perfectly that I lifted my hips from the table.
Without warning, he flipped me onto my back and pressed his lips against my neck. Kissing his way down my chest, he caressed my nipples before blowing soft kisses against my breasts.
“More, please…” I moaned, and within seconds his warm mouth was on top of mine. Instantly overpowering me, I melted underneath his control, remembering the first and last time I was kissed like this.
The last time I felt dominated and consumed.
Tyler…
Entranced, I pretended that he was the tech kissing me, that we were back in his dorm room years ago, and I didn’t give one care about my boyfriend or my best friend. I selfishly crossed the line, pulling him across it with me.
This time, when he slid his hand against my body—when he made it clear that he wanted to fuck me—I wouldn’t dare tell him to stop.
As the tech expertly darted his tongue against mine, one of his hands moved between my thighs. His thumb reconnected with my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge with its intense pressure.
My back arched off the table, and tremors began traveling up and down my spine.
I was right there on the edge, the world of pleasure mine for the taking with a few more pushes from his fingertips.
“So…” The tech whispered against my mouth, in a deep, sultry voice that I knew all too well. “You’re finally going to let me finish what we started years ago?”
Tyler?
My entire world stopped.
I pushed off the eye-mask and sucked in a breath at the sight of him.
“Oh my god! What are you—Why are you—” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before jumping off the table like it was on fire.
“Hello, Harlow.” His lips parted as his eyes roamed every inch of my naked body.
Blushing, I grabbed my robe and pulled it on, tying it shut.