(Karsten)
Flipping the button I closed the partition between us and Olphi.
I could see how tired she was so I offered to massage her feet.
Why?
Because I didn’t want to see her tired or in pain.
I had never ssaged anyone’s feet but my Ma and Grandma’s. The two most important won in my life but now Arata was making a place of her own.
She gave a scandalised look as if what I had offered was a cri.
"At the end of the day, you are still my boss. I can’t have you do that."
Seriously??? After we had even slept together, that’s where she was drawing the line.
"Relax, it’s just a massage. Rember, I am also your pretending boyfriend and that’s what boyfriends do. Co now, let’s see those legs," I demanded, pointing towards them.
"Are you sure?" She reluctantly asked again but I could see she was tempted with the offer.
"1000 per cent," I answered and rested my hand on her thigh. She relaxed even further, her body always accepting and welcoming my touch.
She picked up her tired legs, leaned towards the window and placed them on my lap.
Carefully, I placed my hands on her feet while my thumbs landed on her soles and gently pressed them.
Arata almost moaned from the pleasure and comfort my actions must have brought her, the head tilting back and mouth slightly open.
I loved how her body always reacted to my touches.
My fingers skillfully moved on her smooth skin as the pads of my thumbs dug into the arcs of her sole, releasing the tension her feet carried from walking in those rciless heels all day long.
Arata’s eyes flickered close and her mouth slanted open even more. She fought another moan while I worked my magic to unknot the tension in her pretty feet.
With slow movents my hands travelled from her toes to her ankles and heels, ensuring they touched every breath of her soft skin.
Everywhere I touched this woman, I only encountered silken smoothness, as if she didn’t possess any bones in her body.
"Ahh! Hee! Were you a masseur in a previous life," she asked, getting more comfortable under my touch. Her hands landed on her legs.
"Maybe. Want to find out later? I can offer a full body massage too," I answered suggestively and her srising eyes slowly opened, finding mine.
Sothing I didn’t understand lingered there.
"Nah! Thank you!" She shook her head but the desires in her eyes spoke of sothing else.
She didn’t pull her feet away, and I had no intention of letting them go, but we had arrived ho.
Olphi pulled inside, and unwantedly, I had to let her go.
Straightening up, she grabbed her shoes, and without putting them on, she stepped out. She carried them in her hands as if taking a leisure stroll on the beach. I loved this about her, how casual she could get, not always imposing the necessity of keeping an image.
Natural and authentic.
Asbela rushed to her side and took the shoes from Arata’s hands.
"Good evening! Should I serve dinner?" She asked us.
"Pleaseeee! I am starving." Her eyes shone at the ntion of food. I also offered a nod to Asbela as both of us ascended the stairs together.
"Race you to the top, old man." She winked at and took off.
That vixen.
"Wait!" I followed on my long legs, trying to catch her.
But she was quick like a fox, and before I could reach her, she had climbed the stairs and stood at the top mischievously staring at . She poked her tongue out, making laugh.
At tis, I forgot how younger she was to and acted childish, too.
"You lost, getting tired?" She teased. This ti I grabbed her waist and pushed her against the handrail of the stairs, towering over her. The railing pressed into her back.
She deliberately leaned back with a challenge in her eyes. Her long, fiery hair dangled down from the thick handrails, and I tightened my grip around her waist.
"Tired? Should I show you how tired I am?" I challenged, raising my right brow at her. Knowing, she owed a kiss today. She had said no to sex, but the rest was fair ga, and I intended to make full use of it.
Her eyes twinkled with mischief and excitent. I could see her cheeks turning into cotton candy.
"Let’s see you try." She openly challenged, winking at .
Bad move, really bad move.
I smirked at her challenge.
I plunged my free hand inside my pants and extracted my phone while keeping my eyes glued to her flushed face.
Dialling Olphi, I put him on speaker as he picked up.
"Sir!" His gruff voice ca.
"I want the house empty. Make everyone drop everything and take them to quarters. I will call when I need them," I ordered while offering her a hint of tease.
"Done."
The smile on Arata’s face vanished, replaced by surprise, as she pursed her lips.
I ended the call and dropped the phone into my pocket, facing her again.
"So where were we?" I asked, tilting my head at her.
She gulped but not because she was afraid—she was excited. This woman will be the end of .
The lights began to dim downstairs and soon the front door closed.
My other hand reached out and I grabbed her neck.
Firm but painless. I would never hurt her.
The softness of her skin and racing of her pulse I could feel under my fingers.
Her pupils dilated and I saw myself reflecting in them as I further pushed her into the hard railing.
"I guess that kiss couldn’t wait." She reached with her right hand and grabbed the front of my shirt, clawing and pulling closer.
My hard body shrouded hers; her legs automatically parted, and I settled inside.
My lips lded against hers and the erupting pleasure almost made lose all senses.
Dangling half in the air, we lted into each other and reality was lost to , transporting into a fantasy land where only her lips and body existed.
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