Page 25 of The Upgrade

That earns another groan of pleasure. “Fuck, you’re good.”

It’s my turn to chuckle. “Your skin is flawless.” I’m breaking the rules, but so what? The guest seems to like it. “Touching you is a pleasure.”

“I’m glad someone thinks so.” Her shoulders tense up. “Sorry, I’m being pathetic.”

“Ma’am?” I’m not sure what to say.

“Nothing. Just—my asshole ex fucked my cousin.”

I start to saysorry, but that’s not what she needs. Instead, I opt for the truth. “Any man who wouldn’t spend every second of his day worshiping this beautiful body doesn’t deserve it. Doesn’t deserveyou.”

She laughs as her muscles go pliant. “Thanks.” There’s another soft moan as I work my way lower. “That means a lot from a guy who touches women for a living. Even if youarepaid to say it.”

“Trust me,” I murmur, grazing her ass. “I’d payyouto have my hands on your body. And I’m actually paidnotto talk.”

She must recall then what her profile says. “I like your voice. Especially when you’re saying nice things.” Her self-conscious giggle turns to a moan as I work lower into her glutes. “You sound familiar.”

“I get that a lot.” The rasp I developed two weeks ago from my cold has vanished by now, thank God. I sound like myself again.

But now that she says it, she sounds familiar as well. It’s tough to tell with her face aimed down in the massage table’s cradle, and so many American accents sound familiar after my years of living abroad.

I’m kneading her glutes now, squeezing the lush cheeks of her ass. “How’s this pressure?”

“Good.” There’s an intake of breath, then her thighs inch apart. A sign she wants more?

I’ll get there. The buildup is part of the experience. “Anyone ever tell you you’ve got the perfect ass?”

She laughs and her legs shift a little bit wider. “You’re a charmer. That feels amazing.”

“Good.” Gliding my palms to the backs of her thighs, I gently nudge her legs further apart. The view from above steals my breath. Her pussy lips part, slick with arousal. My cock throbs, but I order myself to stay focused.

This is abouther.

It’s not really a hardship, either. Her skin feels silky and soft, warm from the tropical breeze. The orangey-bright scent of massage oil swirls with the smell of the ocean. There’s laughter two stories below us, and soft moans of pleasure from a balcony to the right. We’re not the only ones enjoying ourselves.

No one can see us up here, but the sound of arousal stirs something inside me. Does the guest feel it, too?

My hands work her inner thighs, teasing her adductors with my thumbs. The guest whimpers, so I keep going. As the tip of one finger skims her slippery cleft, she jerks.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispers, then giggles.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes, just—” There’s a meaningful pause. “I like it.”

That’s pretty clear. Her pretty pink lips part like petals, inviting me to keep going.

So I do. With the tip of one finger, I tease open the seam of her sex. She’s so fucking wet I can hear it. Plush, swollen lips part to welcome me. She tilts up her hips, granting me access to her clit.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Good girl.”

She shudders and spreads her legs wider, ass tipping up off the table. My thumb swirls that sweet, swollen bud and she moans. “Oh, Jesus.”

God, she’s turned-on. Which is turningmeon. Have I ever been with a woman so…responsive?

I order my mind not to stray to Eve. To that Portland hotel room just over a week ago. It’s been too fucking long since I felt that kind of desire.

Stop thinking about that.

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