Best Friend's Ex Box Set

“I’m not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing,” I said, laughing.

“You’ll make a really good wife one day.” She giggled. “So, let’s see. What could I order you to do next?”

“Be easy on me.” I laughed.

“The world is my oyster here,” she said with a smile.

I watched as she sipped her wine, something glimmering in her eye. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking about, but I really hoped it had something to do with relieving this massive hard-on in my pants. I wanted to grab her and take her right there, but this was her game, and I was determined to give her the choice in whatever happened. Sure, I liked to take control, to make her feel protected and taken care of, but she needed to remember that she had control of her own life. She needed to see that I was ready and open to anything she had to offer me. Hopefully, that offer was going to include my cock because I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. Everything about her was turning me on, from the way she licked her lips after a sip of wine, to the way her hand brushed against me as she moved.

“So, I can literally order you to do anything that I want?” she asked.

“Yep,” I said, nodding. “Well, anything within reason, of course. I draw the line at thievery and murder.”

“You take all the fun out of it,” she said with a giggle.

“I know,” I sighed. “Damn my moral compass.”

She laughed, her mind still winding around my offer. She lifted her glass to her lips and smiled, looking out over the backyard. She swallowed her wine and turned to me, running her finger slowly down my chest and stopping at my belt buckle. My heart went wild anticipating what she was going to say. I could feel myself getting wound tighter and tighter, almost bursting at the seams.

“I want a massage,” she said quietly. “I want to have oil, your hands, the whole nine yards.”

“All right,” I said excitedly. “And what kind of massage would you like? A shoulder massage, a foot massage, a scalp massage maybe? Oh, then there is the ever-popular, gluteus massage, giving you added relief while working for all those hours in the dusty stacks. Personally, I would choose the—”

She put her finger over my lips and shushed me quietly. She took a big gulp of her wine, obviously the catalyst behind her ability to let go and relax. She stepped forward, her lips just inches from my ear.

“I want a full body massage,” she whispered. “The whole nine yards, from head to toe. I want every muscle in my body to relax at the same time, and I want your hands to be the ones that do it. Is that something that you think you can handle, servant boy?”

Holy crap, was it ever. I nodded my head, my words stuck in my throat. She kissed my cheek softly and went back to her glass, taking another sip. For a moment, I was frozen in place, unable to move at the idea of getting to rub my hands all over her silky-smooth body. On top of all of that, she would be naked, leaving me unable to understand how I was supposed to control my cock. I already wanted to fuck her so badly.

“Good,” she said, looking over at me. “Then you go ahead and get ready for me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said with a smirk, turning and walking toward the door.

“Oh, and servant boy,” she said, turning her head toward me. “Make it romantic. Maybe by a fire or something.”

“You read my mind,” I said, smiling and walking into the house.

I immediately went to work, making the most awesome atmosphere I could muster on such short notice. I was so excited, I could barely keep my thoughts on track. I grabbed some wood from the pile by the fireplace and started a big, raging fire, perfect for a night like this. I stoked the flames for a while, not wanting it to go out halfway through the massage. It would definitely keep her body warm as she sprawled out naked in front of me. I then ran down the hall and pulled a big, thick comforter from the closet, bringing it back and laying it out on the floor in front of the fire. I wanted her to be as comfortable and relaxed as possible, and if it went the way I wanted it to go, I wanted it to be a spot I could take her at any moment.

I got up from the floor, tossing a couple of pillows down for her head, and went over to the stereo where I turned on some light, sensual music. The room flickered in the lights of the fire, and I smiled, walking to the bathroom and grabbing the baby oil. When I got back, she was standing there, holding her wine glass in front of her, a look of a slightly unsure nature on her face. I knew that we were supposed to be moving slowly. I was the one that had forced that concept. But at that moment, I needed this more than my next breath. I hadn’t stopped thinking about making love to Elana since the first time, and having her in my arms now without being able to touch her was driving me absolutely insane.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, walking toward her. “Why don’t you get undressed?”

She looked at me and smiled coyly, nodding her head and setting her glass down on the table. I watched as she took each piece of her clothing off slowly, leaving just her red lace panties on. Her body glistened in the light of the fire, and she was extraordinarily beautiful in the lights. With each step toward me, her breasts bounced up and down, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them. She laid down on her belly, letting out a deep breath from the warmth of the fire. I smiled, reaching up and pulling the oil down from the mantle. I took my shirt off to avoid getting any stains on it and then paused, taking in her gorgeous frame.

This was going to be the ultimate seduction; only I hadn’t yet figured out who was seducing who.

Chapter 24

Elana

The oil was cold as it trickled down my back, pooling in the crevice just above my tail bone. I laid my head on the pillow and stared into the flames of the fire, trying to control my urges a little bit longer. I knew that he wanted to go slowly, but I also knew he had an ulterior motive behind the wager, and I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to feel Ollie’s hands on my body. The whole night had been amazing, and I felt beautiful and confident when I was anywhere near him. There was definitely something special that he did to my mind, and now, I was hoping he would do the same thing with my body. I needed him almost as much as I needed air in my lungs. I needed to feel our closeness, our bodies wrapped around each other, pleasure pulsating through our bones.

My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Ollie’s hands pressing down into the puddle of oil and pushing hard up my back to my shoulders. I groaned as he dug into the muscles, tension releasing from me with every firm stroke of his hands. I hadn’t realized just how tense my body was, but it hadn’t been a surprise since I had spent the last five years walking around as a ball of anxiety. He massaged my shoulders further, pressing the tips of his fingers into the tenser spots and rubbing in circles. Slowly, he lowered his hands down just a bit, sliding his oily hands through my shoulder blades and at the crest of my back, rolling the muscles into a numbing submission. He was actually pretty good at this, but it didn’t surprise me. He had always been a pleaser, his energy intensifying when he knew he was giving someone what they wanted or needed.

His hands flattened on my back, and he pushed down on my spine, releasing tiny little pops of pressure all the way down to my ass. I breathed out a deep breath, feeling my body sinking into the floor below me. The wavering flames of the roaring fire heated my skin, and the smell of baby oil permeated my nostrils. I concentrated hard on his touch, feeling as he made his way down to my lower back and began to work into the muscles there. I could feel the release in the pit of my stomach, and I

moaned softly, bringing electricity into my chest. Slowly, he moved behind me, wiping his hands on a towel next to us and slowly pulling my panties down over my ass. His hands slipped down, massaging my ass cheeks before moving down to my thighs. He kneaded heavily into them as I collected myself from the giggle that escaped my chest.