TESSA.

“Already warm. Good. On the table. Face up. Sheet only.”

Rhys closed the suite door with a soft click that still left the wide glass panels open to the corridor. Staff moved past at irregular intervals. I climbed onto the recovery table, the thin sheet the only covering from the waist down. Skin already flushed from the light activation work I had done exactly as instructed. The low pulse between my legs had lived there since yesterday and only grew heavier the moment his hands touched me.

He started with the deep tissue work. Firm pressure along the hamstrings first, thumbs digging into the lingering tightness with exact knowledge...