Chapter 2

2.

Rowan’s breathing turned visibly ragged. He released my foot immediately and turned his face away. “Keira! Stop asking questions that have nothing to do with the lesson!”

I knew I hit the mark.

A man as brilliant as him had never even had a girlfriend. That only made me want him more.

The scheme I had plotted all day became crystal clear in my mind. Once I finished the test, I walked out to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water.

“You’ve been teaching for so long, Mr. Cole. You must be thirsty, so I poured you some water.”

With a dramatic gasp, I deliberately tripped right at the bedroom doorway. The entire glass of water spilled straight down my chest.

Instantly, my dress was completely soaked.

My curves looked even tighter beneath the clinging, wet fabric, turning semi-transparent against my bare skin.

With this kind of wet temptation, I couldn’t believe he would still hold back.

“Are you okay, Keira?” Rowan rushed over, opening the door wider and helping me up.

From his standing angle, looking down at me sprawled on the floor, he had an unobstructed view of everything I had prepared for him.

Yet his self-control was truly extraordinary.

Even in this situation, he merely glanced over my body without making any inappropriate moves.

I pouted internally, cursing him for being so unnaturally rigid.

“I was trying to bring you water, but I took a bad spill. My ankle hurts so badly.”

I clung to Rowan’s arm, whining in a sweet, needy voice and begging him to help me to the bed.

Rowan knelt beside the mattress, lifting my foot to inspect it. “It looks a bit swollen. You’re always so careless, Keira. Does it hurt? Let me massage it for you.”

My heart soared. He was finally catching on to my signals.

I nodded eagerly.

As Rowan sat on the edge of the bed to rub my foot, I spoke up delicately. “Foot rubs work much better when you rest my foot on your lap. It’s too awkward like this.”

Though he seemed a bit hesitant, he complied anyway.

After all, I had gotten hurt while fetching him water. How could he possibly refuse?

Rowan shifted his posture, placing my bare foot onto his lap and beginning to massage it.

The pain was actually nonexistent, but I still let out soft, breathy whimpers with a furrowed brow, making it sound intensely pleasurable.

“Hang in there, Keira.”

His voice was thick, and his face was entirely flushed.

I glanced toward his lap and spotted a prominent bulge beneath his trousers. I felt a mix of triumph and impatience.

He clearly desired me, so why was he hesitating to make a real move?

It seemed I had to push him over the edge.

When he finished with my foot, I rolled onto my stomach on the bed. “Mr. Cole, I think I threw out my lower back when I fell. You have to take responsibility and massage my waist, too.”

I didn’t look at his expression, but my heart had been anticipating this exact moment for ages.

A moment later, Rowan returned after washing his hands.

I felt a pair of large, warm hands press firmly onto my waist. His fingers kneaded my lower back with steady, measured pressure.

The sensitive skin made me shiver uncontrollably. I arched my back, raising my hips slightly as my entire body tightened.

I could feel Rowan’s hands freeze for a second before he resumed rubbing.

“Mr. Cole, move a little lower. It hurts down there, too.”

His hands slid lower, resting near the dip of my lower back and hip. His deep voice came from behind me. “Here, Keira?”

I let out a soft moan, my body humming with electricity from his touch. “No... even lower.”

Rowan’s fingers crept further down, finally landing right where I wanted them. I lifted my hips slightly to give him better access, my tone completely affirmative. “Yes, right there. It aches so much, Mr. Cole. Please rub it harder.”

I clearly heard his breath turn heavy and ragged. His hands began to massage me with increasing speed and intensity.

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