Ivy was beginning to regret asking Xander for help.
Instead of requesting a massage, perhaps she should have simply pounced on him and kissed him until neither of them could catch their breath.
Who would've thought that Xander Emerson—the man who had never been with a woman his entire life—would turn out to be such a shameless flirt with the straightest face imaginable?
"Mmm..."
A soft moan escaped her lips as Xander's fingers pressed a little more firmly against a sore knot in her back.
Goodness... he's unbelievably good at this.
She couldn't help praising him inwardly.
His hands moved with practiced patience, easing the tension from her stiff muscles. Every stroke made her feel lighter than before.
As he continued, his hands gradually traveled lower until they rested near the edge of her lace panties.
Ivy's heartbeat quickened.
Is he...
Before she could finish the thought—
Smack.
She gasped and immediately turned her head to look at him, her eyes widening in surprise.
