Chapter 2

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Colton was sitting in the massage chair, shirtless, flaunting his bronzed, chiseled torso.

He seemed to be enjoying the back massage rollers, sliding his body slowly up and down with his eyes shut, letting out soft, raspy groans.

He looked tired, but the firm kneading clearly brought him immense satisfaction.

I unconsciously swallowed hard. Such a steamy view made me change my mind on the spot.

The silk loungewear he gave me was not particularly sheer.

So I decided to go completely commando underneath.

When I walked out, Colton suddenly stopped the machine.

His wide eyes locked onto me at the bathroom door.

He scanned me from head to toe, unblinking.

Our gazes met, igniting a scorching flame between us along with my nervous excitement and wild romantic flutter.

“So alike... You look so much like her,” Colton muttered to himself.

After a brief pause, he broke into a self-deprecating chuckle.

“Oh, I am sorry. For a second, I mistook you for my ex...”

He stood up, pulling out his phone to pay.

“Thanks for your hard work. I will send you $1,200 via Venmo to include a nice tip.”

Once the transaction went through, Colton turned his back and laid back down on the chair.

His intention was clear: he was dismissing me.

Yet I lingered, reluctant to leave.

Didn't we agree that I would demonstrate the chair for him?

Didn't he say he wanted hands-on guidance?

Why was he sending me away now?

I did not want to leave, driven by sheer physical and emotional craving.

More than that, the sudden rejection gave me a stinging sense of defeat, which only made me want to possess him more.

I had never craved a man so badly in my life.

Just when I thought I had found a real, tangible connection, he was kicking me out.

“You can head out now. I am going to nap for a bit,” Colton said without looking at me, eyes closed on the recliner.

Walking out the door, my mind was a chaotic mess of mixed feelings.

He was so tall and rugged, with those thick arms and that stunning jawline. Being made love to by him would be pure bliss.

As I approached the elevator down the hall, I suddenly realized I had left my bra in his bathroom!

Yes! That was my perfect excuse to go back!

I was determined to claim him today.

After a quick knock, hurried footsteps approached, and Colton swung the door open.

“Um... I left something in your place...”

Before I could finish, Colton held up my bra. He brought it directly to his nose and inhaled deeply.

“Are you talking about this?”

Why was my undergarment in his hand?

He was sniffing it with such raw intensity.

The intoxicated expression on his handsome face proved how much he was enjoying it.

“Y-Yes...”

“Can I come in and put it back on?”

My embarrassment was obvious, but deep down, I was desperately hoping he would let me in.

He handed it back with apparent reluctance.

Though I pretended to be flustered on the outside, my heart was doing backflips of excitement.

Inside the bathroom, my imagination ran wild.

Did he leave traces of his saliva or something else on it?

Just as I managed to fasten the top hook, the bathroom door swung open.

Colton strode inside with predatory confidence.

“Could you wear this one instead?”

He gave me a wicked, charming smirk.

In his hand, he held a black lace cutout lingerie piece.

“Let me put it on for you.”

He stepped softly behind me, murmuring against my ear.

His sultry voice melted every ounce of my resistance.

The next second, his warm hands began roaming freely over my bare back.

He was so wicked.

How could a man be this sinful?

Did he not know that a sexually deprived woman like me stood no chance against this kind of temptation?

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

His question sent an electric jolt straight through my nervous system.

While my mind was still spinning, his lips pressed hungrily against the crook of my neck.

This was the scent of a real man!

The moment his lips made contact with my skin, my entire body stiffened as waves of electricity jolted through every nerve.

An uncontrollable moan escaped my lips.

That single sound instantly ignited the blazing inferno of our mutual lust.

Colton unclasped the fabric, pulling me into a fierce embrace before claiming every inch of me without hesitation.

“Let’s move to the massage chair, okay?”

My happiness was sparked by that massage chair, so naturally, our first intimate encounter had to happen right on it.

The rhythmic, tingling vibrations pushed my senses beyond all control.

That afternoon was the absolute pinnacle of ecstasy in my entire life.