Can You Handle It (Naughty Bedroom Collection)

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.

There were a million questions running through my head right now, and I couldn’t get my mouth to pick a single one.

Why are you here? What the hell is going on? Is this your job?

“We have half an hour left in your session, Miss McGuire.” He spoke like a professional. “I want to finish giving you what you asked for.”

“I didn’t ask for anything.”

“I beg to differ,” he said, smirking. “I read your card. I haven’t fucked your pussy with my mouth yet, and I want to taste what it’s like when you’re ‘super wet.’”

I stepped back, feeling wetness dripping down my thighs.

“Why are you here?” I asked. “Did Chelsea tell you I was coming?”

“No, I’m filling in for someone.” He looked genuine. “I had no idea you’d be here until I saw your name on the reservation list.”

“And you decided to personally handle my appointment?”

“Obviously.” He smiled.

“Well, now I’m tempted to tell your boss about this side-hustle that you and your friends are doing.”

“I am the boss.” He smirked. “And I made you the first professional exception to my rules.”

I started to ask him something else, but he beat me to it.

“Get back on the table.”

“No, that’s okay.” I shook my head. “I feel fine now.”

“I don’t think so,” he said. “I mean, your pussy is tight as ever, but there are other areas that desperately need my attention.”

“I just remembered that I have somewhere to be.” I lied. “The free-use party.”