AN: Got too many requests for smut scenes lol. So, here you go, 2 back to back chs with probably the biggest smut chapter I've ever written for this book. I had to divide it in 2 parts. But remember, the next 8 chs won't have any smut scenes.
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The elevator opened onto the spa floor. They walked through the little hallway and into the main room.
The first thing Chloe noticed was the low, steady hum of water and the warm, mineral scent that hit her like a soft wave. Dim amber lighting ran along the edges of the ceiling, turning the dark stone floors and walls into something almost cave-like but luxurious. Three hot tubs dominated the open space: one long and rectangular with powerful jets churning bubbles at different intensities, one circular and shallow enough to sit in cross-legged, and a smaller infinity-edge one that looked out over the glittering city through floor-to-ceiling glass. Steam rose in lazy curls from all of them. Beyond the tubs was the sauna door.
Chloe stopped just inside the doorway. She turned slowly, taking it all in, then looked back at Alex.
"Really, now?" she said, one eyebrow raised.
Alex shrugged, hands in the pockets. "What? This floor was sitting empty, so..."
She laughed under her breath and shook her head. "You built an entire spa because it was... sitting empty."
"Pretty much." He stepped closer, voice dropping softer. "Come on. You've been on your feet all day, then dealing with me and my terrible morning attitude. Let me fix that."
He nodded toward the far corner where a wide, padded massage bed waited under its own soft spotlight, fresh white sheets already turned down, a small tray of oils and towels beside it.
"Take your clothes off," he said, matter-of-fact but warm. "Just lie down on your stomach. I'll take care of you."
Chloe crossed her arms, lips curving into that familiar slow smirk. "You just want to get in my pants since the morning, don't you?"
Alex didn't even try to hide it. He nodded quickly, eyes bright. "Yes. Yes I do. Very much. But also your shoulders look like they're carrying the whole city, and your lower back has that little hitch you get when you're tired. So I'm starting with the massage. The getting-in-your-pants part can wait until you're so relaxed you forget how to say no."
She studied him for a beat, then let out a quiet laugh. "Smooth."
"I'm trying." He stepped behind her and gently tugged the hem of her shirt up an inch, just enough to brush his knuckles along the skin above her waistband. "Come on. Humor me."
Chloe sighed theatrically, but she was already reaching for the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it over her head in one smooth motion, hair tumbling free, then shimmied out of the leggings and kicked them aside.
Alex's eyes widened for a moment as he got an instant boner. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Wow! No bra and panty and we just had dinner at the restaurant. Never knew you had this kinky fetish," he said with his eyes stuck on her boobs.
"Oh, I've more than just one kinky fetish," she said with a smirk.
He bent down and kissed her boobs and then her nipples.
"Mhm~" She took a deep breath.
"Freaky ones?" He asked, looking up at her face.
"Very freaky," she whispered before turning back.
She walked to the massage bed, climbed up, and settled onto her stomach, folding her arms under her cheek. The sheet was cool against her front for only a second before the ambient warmth of the room took over.
Alex dimmed the overhead lights another notch so only the soft pools around the tubs and the bed remained. He rolled up his sleeves, selected a bottle of oil that smelled faintly of cedar and citrus.
He poured oil into his hands and rubbed them together until they felt silky and warm. He started at her shoulders, pressing his thumbs into the tight muscles just below her neck. Chloe let out a long, quiet breath as the pressure sank in.
"Right there," she murmured.
He worked slowly, kneading in small circles, then sliding his palms down the length of her back. His fingers followed the gentle dip of her spine, spreading the oil in long, even strokes. Every few passes, he let his hands drift lower, thumbs brushing the tops of her hips, then back up again. Never rushing. Just enough to remind her where his attention really wanted to go.
Chloe's skin glistened under the low light. The oil caught the amber glow and made every curve shine. Alex watched the way her body relaxed inch by inch: shoulders dropping, breath deepening, the small of her back softening under his touch.
He moved to her lower back next. Both hands flat, he pressed the heels of his palms into the dimples above her ass and pushed upward in a slow glide. Then down again, letting his fingertips trail along the outer edges of her cheeks before sliding back up. Teasing. Not quite crossing the line, but close enough that she shifted her hips once, unconsciously lifting toward his hands.
"Tease," she said, voice thick and lazy.
"You like it." He leaned over her, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Admit it."
She turned her head just enough to catch his eye. "Keep going and maybe I will."
He smiled against her skin, kissed the spot behind her ear, then straightened up. His hands returned to her thighs now. He started at the backs of her knees, thumbs pressing into the soft hollows there, working upward in firm, deliberate strokes. When he reached the tops of her thighs, he let his fingers slide inward, stopping just near her pussy. He stayed there, kneading the muscle, letting the heat of his palms radiate closer without touching.
Chloe's breathing became a little faster. She parted her legs a fraction, invitation clear.
Alex pretended not to notice. He moved back to her calves instead, rolling the tight cords under his fingers until she hummed in approval. Then up again, slower this time, thumbs tracing the sensitive inner line of her thighs. Closer. Closer. Until the very tips of his fingers brushed the soft, wet labia between her legs. Then he pulled back and shifted his focus to her feet. He massaged them, pressing the pressure points, to make her even more relaxed.
She was horny at that point and that massage made her body feel like jello. "Mhmm Shhh"
Alex poured a fresh stream of warm oil directly onto her butt. The oil slid over the rounded curves of her ass, tracing shiny paths along her skin until it gathered in the cleft between her cheeks. He watched it disappear into the warm shadow there, his own breathing turning heavier.
He set the bottle aside and placed both hands flat on her lower back again, just above the swell of her ass. Then he pushed downward in one long, deliberate glide, letting his palms spread the fresh oil over her cheeks. His fingers fanned out, kneading the firm flesh in slow circles. He squeezed gently, lifted, then let go, watching the way her skin bounced back softly before he pressed again.
Chloe sighed, long and low, her hips shifting slightly into his hands.
He kept the rhythm steady, romantic in its patience. No rush. Just his hands worshipping every inch. He traced the curve where thigh met ass, thumbs dipping into the soft crease underneath, then sliding back up along the outer edges. Each pass brought his fingertips closer to the center.
After a few more full strokes, he let one hand drift lower. His oiled thumb brushed lightly over the dimple at the base of her spine, right at her tailbone. He circled there slowly, pressing just enough to send a shiver up her back. Chloe's breath caught, then released in a soft, needy sound.
He leaned down and kissed the small of her back, lips lingering against the warm, slick skin. "You feel so good," he whispered. "So soft. So perfect."
"God," she breathed, voice soft and thick.
He paused, letting his fingertips rest there, barely moving, just feeling her pulse against his skin.
"Still want me to behave?" he asked quietly.
Chloe felt a shiver all over her body. "Don't you dare."
His other hand joined the first. Together they cupped her cheeks again, spreading them just a little as he massaged deeper into the muscle. His thumbs slid inward along the cleft now, following the path the oil had taken earlier. He kept the pressure light, teasing, never forcing. Just gliding.
Then the pad of his right thumb brushed directly over her tight little hole.
Chloe gasped quietly, body tightening for a split second before melting again. She didn't pull away. Instead, she arched her back the tiniest bit, pressing back toward his hand in silent permission.
Alex stayed there, barely moving. He let his thumb rest against her, warm and still, letting her feel the gentle pressure without pushing inside. He rubbed in the smallest, slowest circles, coating the sensitive ring with more oil. The motion was tender, almost reverent. Every few circles, he dipped lower to gather more slickness from her pussy, then returned to trace the same lazy pattern around her ass.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured against her skin. He kissed one cheek, then the other, soft open-mouthed kisses that left faint wet marks. "Letting me touch you everywhere. Trusting me."
Chloe's voice came out husky and thick. "Keep touching me like that and I'll let you do anything."
He smiled against her ass. "Well, why don't you turn around? I'm pretty sure those big melons of yours need some love and care."
Chloe rolled over slowly, the oiled sheet sliding beneath her like silk. She settled onto her back, arms resting loosely at her sides, legs parted just enough to keep the invitation open. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath.
Alex stood at the side of the bed, eyes locked on her. His cock strained painfully against his pants, the outline clear and thick.
Chloe tilted her head, lips curling into a lazy, knowing smile. "You're still dressed. That's not fair. I am completely naked here, dripping oil and waiting, and you get to keep all those layers on like some gentleman. Take them off."
Alex let out a short laugh, already reaching for the top button of his shirt. "Bossy when you're horny. I like it."
He stripped quickly but deliberately, making sure she watched every motion. Shirt first, tossed to the floor. Then the belt, the zipper, pants shoved down along with his boxers in one go. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, the head already slick with precum. He kicked the clothes aside and stepped closer, completely bare now.
Chloe's gaze dropped straight to his erection. She licked her lips once, slow and obvious. "Much better."
Alex climbed onto the bed, straddling her thighs without putting any real weight on her. He poured fresh warm oil into his palms, rubbed them together, then leaned down. His hands settled on the undersides of her breasts first, cupping their heavy weight, lifting them gently like he was weighing something precious.
"God, these are perfect," he whispered.
He started with slow, sweeping strokes. Palms gliding up the outer curves, thumbs brushing the sides, then back down again. He kept the pressure firm but gentle, letting the oil make every slide smooth and slick. Her breasts glistened under his hands, skin shining in the dim amber light.
Chloe sighed, arching her back a little to press herself deeper into his touch. "Mmm. Keep going."
He did. He moved higher, fingers spreading out to cover more of her. He kneaded the soft flesh in slow circles, working from the base upward, letting her nipples drag lightly across his palms on every pass. They were rock-hard now, begging for attention, but he held off, teasing the areolas with feather-light touches instead.
"Alex," she murmured, half warning, half plea.
He smiled down at her. "Patience, baby. I want to enjoy every second of this."
Finally, he let his thumbs circle her nipples directly. Slow, lazy spirals at first, barely grazing the sensitive tips. Then firmer. He pinched each one lightly between thumb and forefinger, rolling them gently, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
Chloe's hips lifted off the bed for a second. "Fuck. Yes."
He twisted them next, slow and careful, increasing the pressure until her breath hitched. Then he released, only to pinch again, harder this time, pulling upward so her breasts lifted with the motion before letting them drop back with a soft bounce.
She moaned openly now, hands coming up to grip his forearms. "Harder."
He obeyed. He twisted both nipples at the same time, rolling them between his fingers while he tugged, stretching them gently outward. The oil made everything slicker, hotter, more intense. Every pull sent a visible shiver through her body.
Alex leaned down, keeping one hand on her left breast, kneading and twisting while he brought his mouth to the right. He sucked the nipple in deep, tongue flicking fast over the tip, then grazed it lightly with his teeth before soothing it with slow, wet circles.
Chloe's fingers slid into his hair, holding him there. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
He switched sides, giving the other nipple the same treatment: hard suck, sharp little bite, then soft lapping tongue. All the while, his free hand never stopped working her other breast, pinching, twisting, rolling, keeping the rhythm steady and relentless.
Between her legs, she was soaked, the scent of her arousal mixing with the cedar-citrus oil. Her thighs trembled, hips rocking in tiny helpless circles.
Alex lifted his head just long enough to look at her face. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted, cheeks flushed dark. He kissed her once, slow and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
"Fuck me, right now," Chloe said, looking into his eyes.
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