Chapter 1

I think I had fallen sick. Every day, I craved the touch of men.

Unexpectedly, my condition flared up while I was demonstrating a luxury massage chair at work.

I sat on the vibrating chair with my legs parted.

As the intense pulses surged through my body, I bit my lower lip and begged.

“Can you please help me, mister?”

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My name is Libby. Back in college, I started touching myself in secret just to relieve the intense academic stress.

I never expected things to spiral completely out of control.

The urges hit me like tidal waves, to the point where even glancing at an attractive guy sent my mind racing with dirty thoughts.

To break this habit, I locked myself at home, determined to detox.

However, being cooped up indoors only made my cravings worse.

After giving myself a serious pep talk, I landed a sales job at a high-end massage chair showroom in the mall.

Who would have thought that on my second day, a gorgeous man would walk in?

His name was Colton. He radiated vitality and masculine power, with thick, sculpted muscles stretching across his arms and thighs. One look at him, and I knew he was an absolute beast in bed.

The sight of him stirred up a storm of desire inside me.

Still, I was a working girl now. I composed myself and flashed a professional smile.

“Looking for a massage chair, handsome?”

“It originally retails for $1,400, but with our grand opening promotion, it is only $999 today.”

“We even offer free white-glove home delivery.”

Hearing that, his eyes lit up.

His hands slowly stroked the leather cushions back and forth.

Seeing his interest, I hurried over to switch on the power and give him a demonstration.

How was I to know that the moment the motor hummed to life, my long-standing illness would flare up again?

As the chair vibrated intensely beneath me, waves of dizzying pleasure shot through my core.

In the middle of the busy showroom, I slightly hitched up my skirt, losing myself in the sensation.

“It really works wonders... It feels so good...”

Before I could stop myself, I whispered under my breath.

“Can you help me, please?”

My voice was barely a whisper.

I did not know if Colton caught it, but I saw a predatory glint flash across his eyes.

To strike while the iron was hot and close the deal, I made a daring move.

“I can personally oversee the home delivery for you...”

That single sentence flipped the switch on our fiery connection.

He leaned close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Sweetheart...”

“Are there other ways to use this chair?”

“Would you mind demonstrating them for me in person?”

His deep voice sent my heart pounding and turned my cheeks bright red.

I was about to make my very first sale.

And better yet, to such a tall, breathtaking hunk.

“I would love to...”

The words slipped out of my mouth as if I were possessed.

Normally, our store did not offer same-day direct delivery by the floor staff, but I agreed just to secure the deal.

By the time the delivery movers helped haul the heavy chair into his upscale apartment, I was drenched in sweat.

I had planned to take his payment and head home feeling proud.

Instead, Colton gave me a knowing look.

“Why don't you take a shower first?”

He smiled at me, his face filled with tenderness and raw longing that I simply could not resist.

My brain stopped working, and my legs carried me straight into his master bathroom.

“Here is some clothes my ex-girlfriend left behind. She never wore it, so you can change into it.”

It was my first time stepping into a bachelor's bathroom. The moment I walked in, the heavy scent of male musk hit my nose.

The aroma felt intoxicating enough to swallow me whole.

Yet when I stepped out, what Colton was doing in the living room took my breath away.