2020, July 31st
ELENA
At exactly one PM the next day he stood outside of my office building in front of a red Ferrari, holding open the door to the passenger seat for me.
"No flowers today?" I asked, immediately wishing the words unsaid the next moment.
I didn't want to give the impression that the lack of flowers mattered to me. It wasn't like I waited all week on them or anything.
"Let me spoil you in better ways today," he said, closing the door behind me once I had gotten into the car.
He was a speed freak, just like me, cruising through the streets of Maine like he owned them. I said nothing as the wind hit my face. A comfortable silence settled between us.
Twenty minutes later, true to his word, he handed me a glass of white wine as we approached the tent on the beach. Massage tables and oils awaited us.
"Couple's massage. You don't waste any time, do you?" I said, throwing him a skeptical glance.
"At least I'll be just as naked as you this time," he said, then winked at me. "Plus, like I promised, no touching. At least not by me. When's the last time you took a beat to take care of that mind blowing body of yours? After you," he said, motioning for me to pick a table.
The private beach. The sound of the waves in the distance. Not another soul in sight. The smooth drive out here. I couldn't keep the smile from spreading across my face, my body already relaxing. This was probably exactly what I needed.
"If I didn't know you were just doing all this to get into my pants, I might be touched," I said, going forth ahead of him.
"If I didn't want to touch you so badly, I wouldn't be trying so hard," he said, lustful eyes lingering on me.
NATHAN
"No peeking. Turn around," she said, the mistrust in her voice amusing me as she pulled the curtains closed with a huff.
"There's an entire tent to protect you from my lustful gaze, My Lady. Or is it that you don't think you can resist throwing yourself at me once you're naked?" I flirted, but I turned around anyway and started unbuttoning my shirt.
She had bigger things to worry about than me getting into her pants. House of Assassins Rule Number One: Complete the mission. No exceptions. Was Emily Maine his exception? Could I really do this to her? Just a woman, Nathan. Just another mission. Another lay.
When I got to the tent, she had a silk sheet wrapped tightly around her body, but she was lying down. That was something. I took my place on the table next to her and stripped the rest of my clothes off.
"First time?" I asked just to push her buttons some more as I laid down next to her.
"Getting a massage? Of course not. When is this thing going to start so it can be over?"
Despite her bravado, I knew she was freaking out inside. This was outside her comfort zone. I couldn't stop the morbid pleasure from coursing through me as I pulled my upper body off the table. She turned her head to face the other way, lowering her gaze. I chuckled, got off the table and presented my buck naked ass to her.
"I'll just check on that for you," I whispered into her ear. "Just close your eyes and try to enjoy it, okay?"
Elena let out an involuntary little shiver that made my dick twitch. Initially, I really did go to find out what the hold up was. Evidently, our masseuses were stuck in traffic. Deciding that it was fate, I shrugged and slipped back into the tent.
"About time," she murmured, as I laid hands on her naked shoulders.
There I was, towering over her semi naked form, completely buck naked myself. My own sheet all but forgotten. I was playing dirty. She would end me if she figured out I was the one touching her, but her no touching thing wasn't really my thing. It was completely worth the risk.
I lathered a good amount of massage oil onto my hands before returning them to her shoulders. I wasn't a professional, but I'd never had any complaints. Being with me, even if it was just for the night, meant being treated like a queen. I had even gotten some women off by giving them a massage.
ELENA
I saw his reflection in the compact mirror I had out the second he walked through the tent. He made me nervous. I was sweating bullets and wanted to see how bad it was so that I could do damage control. There was something about his devious, deceitful behavior that kept me frozen in place on that table.
My instincts were ignored in favor of checking his rippled, naked body out. If those rugged, big, killer hands wanted so badly to touch me, maybe I wanted to let him, just this once. It was just a massage. I was in complete control of the situation and could stop him whenever I wanted to.
These were the thoughts going through my head as he worked his way down my back.
"Ohhhhh, that's nice," I moaned, then sighed deeply.
Okay, my thoughts about being in control were complete bullshit, but damn I was only human and he was, well him. It wasn't every day that a guy went through this much trouble to woo me. Despite my position and station in life. Hell, maybe because of it. I intimidated men. Not Nathan though. He knew how to take what he wanted and it was sexy as fuck.
His hands were on my lower back now. I gulped as I bit back a moan, his name almost leaving my mouth. Fuck, he was good at touching a woman. My pussy was wet. Contracting. Just how far down that sheet would his naughty hands go? If he tried to touch my ass, I would have to stop him. Alarm bells went off in my head as moan after moan of satisfaction left my mouth.
"God yes," I muttered, moments before his hands slid onto my ass.
"I certainly hope you know who is touching you, Elena. Otherwise I'll have to rethink your prude status," Nathan cooed calmly, his fingers massaging my ass cheeks.
I was just about to reply, slightly trembling thighs and horny pussy in charge, when I heard her. A different voice filled the air and froze me in place.
"Being a bad boy out in the open? My siblings really are kinky," said a voice behind him.
Nathan slowly withdrew his hands from my back. I turned just in time to watch him position his naked ass in front of me protectively. I got up calmly, pulling the sheet he'd just been slipping down my body inch by inch back around her. Sexual frustration overrode the fear the assassin on the other table should have inspired. His sister has some fucking timing.
"If you know that, maybe you should quit interrupting, Katie," said a frustrated Nathan.