30 I can't ignore the bulge

[Fair warning!! This chapter will contain sexual scenes! If it's not your cup of tea, I'll strongly suggest you avoid it!]

Rose took a deep sigh, prepared to go downstairs and welcome her guest. But there was one last thing she forgot as she was on her way to the door.

She rushed back to her bed where she left her phone and picked it up. She entered a search bar on Google,

[Step by step process on how to satisfy your man]

The results came out. Rose took a good minute to read through. It was already her seventh time checking it for the evening so she knew a few things already.

Why was she looking it up though? She had no clue. But one thing was obvious though, she let her intrusive thoughts win this time.

With a smile and confidence radiating from her, she was ready. She was ready for Blake.

***

At the dinner table, Blake wore a plain shirt that screamed sexy and mature. He had the sleeves folded to his forearm and the gold wristwatch that Rose gifted him was on his left wrist.

The shirt be wore clung to his well-defined chest and shoulders, emphasizing his toned physique. His hair was gelled back, adding an air of sophistication, and a stud earring adorned one ear, giving him a touch of edginess that Rose didn't even know he possedsed.

Dinner was going as planned when Blake said he needed to use the restroom.

Upon his return, he found Rose staring his way. "Enjoying the view?" he teased with a grin.

Rose chuckled, "Don't flatter yourself, Mr. Shelton,"

Their light banter continued until Rose noticed something amiss. Blake seemed to be favoring his neck and shoulders, subtly wincing.

"Everything alright, Blake?" she asked, concern knitting her brows.

He hesitated, then admitted, "Must've slept in an awkward position. A bit stiff."

Rose's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Well, Mr. Shelton, you're in luck. I have a magic oil in my room that works wonders for knots. Care to join me? I might even offer my expert massage skills."

Blake raised an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and amusement on his face. "Magic oil and a massage? How could I refuse such a generous offer?"

With a shared laugh, they excused themselves from the table, leaving behind the remnants of their dinner for a different kind of indulgence in Rose's private quarters.

Rose asked Blake to remove his shirt so she could apply the oil. While Blake undressed, Rose went to fetch a mat and spread it on the ground.

Upon her return, she was greeted by a sight that left her momentarily stunned – Blake, shirtless, revealed a set of crisply defined abs like biscuits. A full broad chest that subtly moved with his every gesture. Every inch of his exposed body exuded strength and a raw, intoxicating sensuality.

Rose found herself practically staring at Blake as though he were a delicious feast. Shaking off the momentary distraction, she pulled herself together. Placing the mat on the ground, she instructed Blake to lie face down.

As he complied, Rose, feeling the need to maintain composure, adjusted her gown, pulling it higher up her thighs before kneeling beside Blake to avoid any accidental tearing.

Pouring some of the oil into her hands, Rose began the massage. Her skilled fingers worked on Blake's shoulders, and a soft groan of relief escaped him, a mixture of pleasure and the release of built-up tension.

Rose continued the massage, the room filled with the rhythmic sounds of her hands working on his muscular back. Blake groaned intermittently, the pain giving way to a pleasurable kind of relief. In the dim light, Rose found herself appreciating not just the therapeutic aspects of the massage but also the feel of Blake's skin and the contours of his well-toned physique.

After they were done, she got up from her kneeling position, but Blake turned around, facing the ceiling.

"Are you done?" he asked.

"Yes? You think there's a spot I missed?" Rose replied, trying her best not to stare too much at his exposed chest area.

"Yeah, I've got this pain, around here too," Blake said, pointing at his chest area, the very area Rose was trying to avoid.

"Ohh..." Rose simply said, walking back to him with the oil in hand. She got on her knees beside him again and poured the oil on his chest.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Blake asked as she was about to begin massaging his chest.

"What?" Rose asked, avoiding eye contact the entire time. She didn't want to look into those blue eyes of Blake that seemed to pull her in each time she made the mistake of looking.

"You'd be better positioned if you sit here," Blake said, pointing at where Rose was to sit.

The audacity from this man! When did he become this bold? Rose couldn't understand the confidence Blake was exuding, but in a way, as annoying as it was, it was attractive.

Rose, like a child following instructions, didn't argue, and although she found her own behavior strange, she couldn't stop herself from complying. The things this man did to her!

She straddled Blake, oil draped over the landscape of his chest; her hands began to move about.

Blake groaned some more. It was evident that he was in excruciating pain. She couldn't get over the fact that part of the reason he might be in such pain was because of her.

Her hands worked circles and different other patterns around Blake's chest. She initially avoided his nipple areas, but over time, her fingers crossed it, and she felt the hardness from it.

What was she thinking? What was she really thinking doing this? These were the exact thoughts running through her mind.

But then, the question shifted when she felt something. Something disturbing under her dress.

Embarrassed, she coughed, staring at Blake; her hands stopped moving.

Blake, noticing the massage had seized, opened his eyes and almost with a confused tone, he asked..."What happened? Why did you stop?"

"...It's hard to concentrate," Rose answered, flushed with embarrassment.

"Why is that?" Blake asked, feigning ignorance the whole time.

"The bulge under me, it's distracting," Rose said, no smiles on her face anymore. She tried to keep herself composed. Never one to be caught off guard even though Blake had caught her so many times already.

"Oh, that. Ignore it," Blake said, so casual.

This man was obviously shameless. How could she ignore something that was obviously beckoning to her?

Ignore it, he said. Like it was that easy to ignore something that was knocking on her back door.

This man was indeed shameless. No, he was wicked. He was evil for the things he was doing.

Why not? How could he do something like this at a time when she struggled to keep her desires tamed? Now he had set everything off. Like a domino effect, she found herself experiencing a strange heat.

"Never seen you sweat before. Are you okay?" Blake asked. This had to be the first time he was seeing Rose do something as normal as sweating. He belonged to the school of thought that believed Rose was perfect in every way possible.

But this was a strange phenomenon. Despite the air conditioning, Rose had beads of sweat pouring from her face. Her makeup was slowly starting to fall apart.

"It's hot, don't you think?" Rose asked, trying to mask the internal thoughts.

Was she to tell him what was actually going on? No, this man was shameless, but she wasn't.

"You should take your dress off then," Blake suggested, leaving Rose flabbergasted.

"S..sure," Rose answered, surprised by the words that came from her mouth, her head spun round.

What was going on? Was she hypnotized or under a spell? What was it about his words that had her complying to outrageous suggestions, no argument. Not a single resistance as all her walls appeared to have crumbled.

"I'll help you," Blake said, pushing his back off the floor. Now he was face to face with Rose at a dangerous proximity.

Rose was still straddling him as Blake reached for the zip at her back and slowly, he pulled it down.

Rose gave an assist, letting the dress slide down from one shoulder to another.

"You might want to go all the way. It's pretty hot, you know," Blake prompted her, coercing her to pull her dress further down to her belly.

Now what sat in front of him was a painting stolen or illegally trafficked from heaven. He had seen it before but not this close.

Was Rose's skin really skin? It was a question that needed an answer.

His eyes trailed from her face, bypassing all nook and cranny to her strapless bra.

Her breast in their bountiful swells barely caged by the cups.

Blake's eyes remained on them. Was there anything else more beautiful? Surely not, Blake would argue at that moment.

"Blake," Rose called out to him, snapping him out of his daze.

"Mmm?" Blake could only muster.

"My eyes are here," Rose said, gesturing to Blake to look her in the eyes. It was obvious he had been staring at her breasts without worry or concern that she would notice.

Not that she cared anyway, but with how a simple massage had led up to the point it did, she had to make it count.

"Are you still hot?" Blake asked, trying to make a conversation.

"No, but the bulge... I can't ignore it," she replied.

"Then don't," Blake simply answered.