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“I have the massage head piece that connects to a bed mattress for proper form.” Her eyes drift to the tea and strawberries. “I could also just sit on the chair too.”She wants the damn headrest.
“Where do you need me? My hands can be of service out here on the chair or in your bedroom.”
“My room.” A small smile lights up her eyes. “Do you mind bringing the tea with you?” Then, she disappears.
My footsteps feel heavy as I walk into her large bedroom. Warm beiges and browns surround me, and a few green plants add color. Her room aesthetic is not something you’d picture in a billionaire’s penthouse, but it suits her. There’s a dim light on her nightstand, casting a soft glow. Kelsie returns from the closet with a massage headrest and sticks it between the mattress and bed frame.
“How did I not know these things existed?” I shake my head, blown away at how convenient this invention is.
“I didn’t really want the entire massage bed, but they make a bed extension so anyone’s normal bed can become a massage table.” She opens her nightstand and pulls out a small bottle. “This massage oil has yet to be used, and the pillow has only been used once to show Lauren how it works.”
“This is a brilliant invention.”
“I’m glad it’s finally getting some use.” Kelsie hands me the oil with giddiness in her eyes. “I bought this with wishful thinking.” Her voice trails off at the end, and I catch the implication of hope that her piece of shit ex never fulfilled.
I’d like to fulfill other areas he neglected with her as well. I feel like an idiot standing there, staring at her in a black strapless bra and her silk sleep shorts. Since it’s her normal bed, the height is quite short for my six-two self to lean down and massage her comfortably. Kelsie shrugs before lying down and placing her head in the headrest. Instead of making it more weird by talking, I kneel in front of the headrest and place my hands on her shoulders. My thumbs run down each side of her neck, and she pops her head up, looking directly at me.
“You need to heat the skin up first. Start by rubbing the oil over me lightly and then work your way into the pressure.” Her head flops back down into the pillow. “If it’s too difficult to kneel like that, you can sit on the bed, or on me.” I had a generic shoulder rub in mind when I offered. She’d sit on the floor or the edge of the chair as I gave her a massage.
I sit on the bed next to her and let a few drops of oil dot along her shoulders. Her exhale fills the room as my chapped fitness hands glide against her silken skin. I straddle her back as my thumbs press deeper, searching for her knotted muscles. A muffled moan escapes through the pillow as I hit the right spot and continue massaging it loose. Her moans are a messenger to the blood running to my cock. I hope I can keep it unnoticed or take my trooper down a notch by the time my hands are off her skin. I follow the cues of her body to help relieve the tension for the next ten minutes.
“Mmm. God, Max.” Her voice is a raspy moan, and I bite my tongue to keep myself in check.
Blood proceeds to shoot right to my cock as my fingers continue pulling sounds from her mouth that I wish my dick could be the one creating. My palms glide down her spine and my thumbs press into the sexy dimples on her lower back. I slide my fingertips up and add pressure so they easily travel under her bra. Gripping the back of her neck, she releases a louder moan, melting into my touch.Well, fuck me, this is torture.
“Again, please.” Her breathy voice rasps, and I continue the process from her back dimples up to her neck.
Her skin glows in the soft light, luring my lips to trail down her back.Would she stop me?My heart picks up tempo with the need to feel her weight on me again. I'm willing to endure a few punches from her brother if it means I can grip her hips as her damp core grinds against me. I place my hands on her ribcage and sprawl out my fingers, pushing them down toward the mattress. Kelsie’s arm reaches behind her, traveling all the way up my leg.
“Woah.” Instinctively, I grab her hand and pin it behind her back. “What do you think you’re doing?” Women know not to touch me while I’m trying to give them pleasure. The focus should always be on their body's needs. I take a deep breath to recollect myself and remember Kelsie and I aren't like that.
“A repeat of the other night on the rooftop?” I can tell by the volume in her voice that she wanted her suggestion to come out more confidently than it did.
I almost give in until Kelsie brings her other hand to the back of her neck and gives her skin a soft scratch. I let go of her pinned arm when the glint of her left-handedbouldercatches my eye.
She’s not ready for a night with me.
She turns on her back, blinking up at me, and my cock clearly makes itself known for what it wants. I fill my lungs and take a steady breath as I take both of her hands in mine. I keep my eyes locked to hers, though out of the corner of my eye, the square three-and-a-half carat shines bright with its best of the best clarity and letter rating. She told me the fancy terms the night it was placed on her finger, but my brain ignored the details that would never be relevant.
“Kelsie, you can wear this as long as you want.” I lift up her left hand and place a kiss on the top. “But there is no way in hell I will give in to you if you’re wearing Benson’s ring.” I want to climb off of her and distance myself. I have never had a problem with being a woman’s rebound, but this is Kelsie. As her best friend, she’s going through a lot and needs me beyond an orgasm.
“It’s not because I still have hope for him and I.” She shakes her head. “I don’t. My hand just feels so light and weird without it.” She removes the ring and sets it on the bed, making sure to avoid my eyes. “The only extra weight I want on me right now is you.” So, little mama is coming out of her shell, but it’s to mask how she’s really feeling.
“Half pint.” I watched as vulnerability and pain flashed through her eyes when she removed her wedding ring. “The darker, dominant part of me wants to distract you with all the positions I can put you in. I’d rather listen to you scream out in pleasure instead of moping about your divorce. But the best friend part of me knows you need to mentally process what you just did before you start kissing a new man.”
My rejection causes her eyes to leave mine and land on her tea. I climb off of her, but she remains still. Her lips roll inward to a straight line like when she was in trouble as a child. I value our friendship too much to get caught up in being a rebound who she’ll regret. She’s already set our boundary as friends, and we need to stick to that. At least for now. I pick up her warm mug and wait until she sits up beside me. Still, with no eye contact, her small hands wrap around the cup.
“I think it would be best if you process and grieve the situation before we have a lapse in judgment like the other night.” My voice remains calm and gentle.
“A lapse in judgment? Are you saying you regret our kiss?” Her forehead creases as worry fills her eyes.
“Kelsie, you gave me the best damn kiss of my life,” I admit full-heartedly. “I can’t stop thinking about your rhythmic lips and what that tongue of yours is capable of. It’s a bit overwhelming.”
“Max, it was irresponsible of me. I should not have risked losing you that easily.” Kelsie takes a small sip and licks her lips. “But damn, the way you lit up my body was unimaginable.” Her eyes widen slightly, realizing she spoke the last part out loud.
“I’m trying to be a proper gentleman right now, and you’re making it very difficult.” I don’t hide the pain of my restraint in my tone.
“What if the kiss had sucked? What if Mallory walked up to the roof looking for me, or the kiss was so bad that you and I became awkward with each other.” Here she goes, doing what I was afraid she’d do. Overthink. “I’ll keep my composure. It won’t happen again. I won’t make another move.”