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She nodded, “Yes,” she replied without hesitation.

He wanted to haul her into his arms and kiss her senseless, but he held back and swallowed hard, “You have no idea how much that means to me, Elena. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome” Elena replied, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. The conversation has suddenly taken a serious turn and while she didn’t regret telling him that, she still felt awkward about it. She stood up and feeling the stiffness all over her body, she stretched, involuntarily making a soft, feminine sound that sent the blood rushing to his dick.

“Are you alright?” Chandler asked her, trying to ignore his semi hard cock. “Looked like that hurt,”

“It did a little. My body feels so stiff all over,”

There was a pause, “It’s because you’ve been working all day. Can I help?”

Elena was silent for a few seconds, and she wondered if he meant what she thought he did.

“I could help you with a massage,” he told her, confirming her thoughts. “All you need is a little adjustment and you’ll feel better,”

Okay, so he did mean what she thought. The thought of him putting his hands on her and massaging sent a thrill down her spine and caused a small pool between her legs, reminding her that she was completely naked underneath the silk robe. She didn’t want to say no. It did sound like a good idea and she needed it, so she nodded, unable to speak as her throat was suddenly dry.

Chandler stood then, towering above her. She didn’t move… She couldn’t.

“Get on the bed,” he said.

It was an innocent statement, but it sounded a lot like something else. “Huh?” she asked stupidly.

He chuckled, “I don’t think I’ll be able to give you that massage if you’re standing, don’t you think?”

“Oh,”

Realizing just how silly she must have looked, Elena slowly climbed into the bed and watched in silence as he followed.

“You have to lie facing the bed,” he instructed, not taking his eyes off her. “So I can work on you back,”

Elena said nothing, but she did as he asked. Weirdly, him giving her instructions like these turned her on. It was weird because she’d never known that she was into things like that. She shut her eyes and when she felt him cross his legs over her body as he knelt on the bed, she knew she was a goner.

Chandler knew he’d made a mistake by offering her that massage as soon as he got on the bed. The fact that she had agreed to a massage didn’t mean that she’d agreed to anything else, but he couldn’t help the direction his thoughts were headed. Well, he’d offered and he was going to go through with it.

Her body was slender and yet she had all the right curves in the right places. Delicate shoulders, soft skin, curvy waist and best looking ass he’d ever seen. He was also damn sure she was wearing nothing underneath that robe. The position she was in had moved the robe upwards, and now it stopped just a few inches below her curvy little ass. Showing off the smooth, silky skin on a lap. She’d probably punch him in the throat if he cupped an ass cheek in his palm, so he tried to focus on doing what he’d offered her.

Elena tried not to gasp when he touched her. He began at her shoulders and then slowly he made his way to her back. Strong, manly hands massaged her, and she marveled at the way his touch was firm and yet gentle so he wasn’t hurting her. When he moved to her lower back, her breathing got a little faster and heavier. Anticipation grew inside her and she involuntarily arched her back upwards, silently urging him to touch her where she needed him to touch her. Well, not where she needed his touch exactly, but that would do for a while.

The movement brought her butt upward and she rubbed against him. Maybe it was her imagination, but she could have sworn that she’d felt something… she’d felt… Him. Heat flooded her cheeks as she realized that her wriggling had aroused him. She gulped and tried to stay still and reminded herself he couldn’t see her blush. This was too strange and wonderful. It was… like all her forbidden fantasies somehow came to life: the two of them, alone in a room, on a bed, so close to each other. Yes, she felt a bit embarrassed at the thick, hard ridge of him pressing low against her butt. But she also felt… excited by it. Glad. To have such basic, undeniable proof that he desired her, that he wanted her. That he wasn’t indifferent to her even if he’d walked away from her in the garden. It was a petty sort of triumph and she knew that, but she couldn’t help herself.

She ordered herself to stop being smug. The man couldn’t help his biological response, what with her pressing up against his private parts like this. His physical arousal proved nothing-except that he was a man and she was a woman.

His hands finally moved to her waist and unable to help herself, she moaned softly as massaged and stroked her body. She was very wet between her legs now. More turned on than she’d ever been in her life before that she was both shocked and excited. When he finally stopped touching her, she almost protested that he continued, but instead she slowly turned around to face him. The massage was over, but he remained above her, both legs on either side of her, and he was staring at her like he wanted to feast on her. His eyes had darkened, and he seemed to be breathing harder than usual.

“Is that better?” he asked in a husky, much deeper voice., “I mean your back. Does it feel better?”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes it does, thank you.” She managed to reply, “I feel much better,” He was so close she could inhale his scent, and the warmth of his breath made her skin prickle with awareness.

“That’s good,” he said, but he made no effort to move even if he was practically on top of her. One hand remained on her waist and the other moved so he could brush the strands of hair off her face. Elena bit her lower lip, and that did it for him.