If only Zander had known how desperately I wished to disappear out of embarrassment. Yet, his touch on my back was so gentle, eliciting moans of delight as his hands worked their magic. Beneath the surface, nervousness fluttered in me; one wrong move and his hands could wander where they shouldn't. When he accidentally brushed near my breast, I gasped—was it truly accidental?

Closing my eyes, I anticipated his touch again, but it never came. Frustrated by his restraint, I rolled over suddenly, spilling oil on the mattress and surprising him. His eyes widened in response.

"Look at me, Zander. Don’t you like what you see? You can take me...