Catalina's POV.

I rolled my shoulders to get rid of the kink. I needed some type of release after the long week I have had. All I wanted to do was take a long bath and settle down with my hands between my legs, but somehow Esther made it impossible to do that.

Calling me so early to pay good attention to a big customer. I insisted on letting someone have it but she rather I do it. It was annoying, I needed sleep. I just had one more client before him and I was good to go.

My hands trailed down my client's body sensually, massaging the tissues underneath her muscles. She was firm underneath my touch. I made her relax under my touch as I coaxed her tension from her body.

All the tension went to mine instead, her resigned signs and gasps of approval sent heat waves to my body, I imagined myself lying there instead with someone's hands on me. I squeezed my thighs together as I kept running my hands over her.

She sighed in contentment as I massaged the knot on her neck, my mind wavered to the high client Esther kept raving about, I tried to imagine what he looked like but nothing came to mind. All of the people walked in and out of there, I could barely remember any of their faces.

"Are you comfortable?" I whispered to her, She made a hum of agreement, I continued with my ministrations as I kneaded her back gently. I continued for about thirty minutes before her time was up.

"Thank you, I needed this." She said as she wore her clothes.

I gave her a smile in return, "you are welcome back, anytime."

She left the room and I felt like I could breathe, the tension was back but it wasn't like I was suffocating this time. I just wanted to go home and sleep it off.

"Where is that damn client?" I grumbled to myself.

I checked my watch, he was thirty minutes late. I despised lateness, it irritated the hell out of me.

I grabbed my bag to leave, damn the consequences when a Cologne invaded my senses. I stumbled back just as my nose caught the whiff of a heavenly masculine scent.

"Sorry I am late." He said breezily.

I let my eyes trail over his figure, taking note of the ridges and planes his suit tried to conceal. You could tell he works out.

Hell, I could tell he worked out a lot.

My lips parted as I took him in, he stood legs apart as he unbuttoned his jacket slowly. His eyes were fixed on mine.

I gulped, my blood ran hot and my head sent mental images of the things we could do. I shook my head.

Stop it," I chided myself.

"Yes, please take off your clothes and use the towel back there if you wish. I would be right there with you." I say.

He turned his back and I dashed out of the room, my cheeks felt hot and I didn't want him to think I was being unprofessional.

I bumped into Esther in the lobby and sent her my best glare.

"I know, I know. You are mad at me." She raised her hands in mock surrender.

I shook my head. "You know I had plans," I said.

"Don't kid yourself, you never have any plans. At this rate, you are going to turn into an old lady." She teased me.

I rolled my eyes at her antics, "is he the client?

She froze, then narrowed her eyes at me. " what did you do?" She placed her hands on her hips as she stared me down.

I shifted consciously, "I didn't do anything. He was just late."

She shrugged, "please treat him well."

I nodded.

Making sure that I have given him enough time, I headed back into the massage room. No amount of warning could prepare me for what I saw.

My heart lurched in my throat as I stared at his chest. So defined, hard, and yet enticing to look at. I squeezed my legs together, I have never wanted someone as much as I want this man. His towel was riding low on his hips, I prayed for it to fall so I could get a glimpse.

It was too tempting.

I cleared my throat, alerting him of my presence. He glanced up from his phone, regarding me with an amused look.

"If you would be so kind to lie on the table, we can get started." I gesture to the table.

He nodded, dropping his devices. For a moment, the towel shifted. The hard ridges of his A-line are visible for me to see.

I needed to get laid.

"How do you want me?" He asked, his voice dripping with sex.

I had never been so turned on by a man's presence, the waves of dominance came off him and they hit my lower abdomen with each breath I took.

"Excuse me?" My voice came out breathless.

I cleared my throat again, lifting a brow in question.

He cut me a glance but kept me mute, I sighed.

He obeyed, lying on her table and relaxing. I stared at his body wishing just for a moment to throw caution to the wind and let him do whatever he wanted to me.

"You can touch me, I won't bite." He said.

"What?"

"You keep looking at me, you like what you see?" His voice was muffled from his position. He shifted better, giving me full access to his face. "If I didn't know any better, I would say you were attracted to me."

I rolled my eyes at that.

"With all due respect, sir, I am a professional and do not fraternize with clients," I say firmly.

With that resolve, I placed my hand on his back. The muscle jumped underneath my touch and I gulped.

This was going to be a long session.

My hands were slick with the oil. I rubbed them together before placing them on his back. His muscles tensed and relaxed when they got used to my fingers. I goaded my fingers to his shoulder blades and nestled them there.

Every rub made me lustful, and I was well aware of the man lying on this table. He could fulfill my needs with a look. His eyes seared into me like molten larva and my whole body felt hot but I was determined to pass through the day without succumbing to my desires.

"How is the room?" I asked.

"Good,"

"Do you like the music?" I asked again.

"Yes," he groaned as I kneaded the tension on his neck. The throaty sounds sent shivers down my spine. I paused, taking my hands off his body for a second to recollect myself.

I don't know what it was about this man that made me want to abandon my morals and let him dominate me. He barely said anything to me but he seems to know how much power he holds over me.

"Why did you stop?"

"I am sorry, I was lost in thought," I answered.

He groaned but didn't say anything. I continued my ministrations amidst the turmoil in my body. Everything was straining my control, my nipple felt painful rubbing against my top.

"Keep going," he ordered.

I frowned at his tone, it should have pissed me off but I found myself doing exactly what he asked to make him happy.

I applied more pressure to his toned muscles and smiled when he groaned from the sheer pleasure of it.

I smiled wickedly, I wanted to get more of the sounds out of him but I refrained from making a fool of myself. He is a client.

He is a client, I repeated to myself.

With that, I poured my heart into getting him the relaxation he desperately wanted even if I am punishing myself at the same time.

"Please turn around," I said, closing my eyes and counting one to ten in my head to keep me from jumping his bones.

He turned, supporting his body as he gave me a full-face view of the front of his toweled body. My eyes widened as he gave me a view of something else. He stared at me unapologetically as I gazed down at his hard appendage.

I lifted my eyes, and the ceiling became much more interesting than his penis. I pointedly avoided looking down there.

He smirked as he watched me struggle to keep my composure. I managed just fine to rub out the kinks on his chest.

The session was over, I could hardly breathe with him in the room.

"Thank you for your service." He said as he dressed up.

The man had no sense of modesty, he had no problems pulling his clothes on and off in front of me. I looked everywhere else but him.

My breaths came out in short pants when he stood close to me, his steel eyes piercing into mine as if he could understand my desires like he could make them come to life.

"Call me," he said simply. Inserting his business card into the pocket of my uniform, he walked out.

My jaw dropped when the door closed. I heaved a sigh of relief. The room was clear again and I felt my breathing become easier.

Who was he anyway?

I wanted to go home and lie down but the guest shower called to me. We weren't allowed access to the guest bathrooms as they are meant for clients but every cell in my body wanted to rebel against that rule.

I pulled my scrubs, feeling the air tighten my nipples. They were hard against my touch. I caressed the nubs, feeling the pain ease with each touch.

I entered the stall, turning the shower in full blast. The cold water soothed my body but it wasn't enough. His eyes flashed in my mind, regarding me with a sexy smirk when he turned his front. The shape and length of his hard cock haunted me as I squeezed my breasts even harder to ease the pain.

My lower abdomen was on fire, I needed his hands on me. I trailed my hands down my stomach as I imagined he was the one doing it to me. My fantasies were alive with him in them.

I reached for the bundle of nerves between my legs, rubbing it gently. I bit my lip to stop myself from making a sound, I didn't want to get caught but it felt exciting to think about it.

I moaned a little when I inserted a finger into my pussy, the intrusion felt so good that I found myself adding another finger. I slowly fucked myself, biting my lips in the process. I was aware that anyone could come in but that only fueled my lust.

My abdomen tightened, and the moment I waited for was almost here. I increased my pace, determined to finish before I leave this place.

My throes of passion were cut off when the curtain was yanked back, and a small scream left my throat, afraid that I have been caught.

I opened my eyes, they widened when I saw the culprit.

"I know for a fact that the masseuse has to leave," he said, his eyes trailing down my naked body leaving nothing but the heat in its wake.

"Um...I just..." I stuttered but he wasn't having it.

"I wonder what your manager would say about this."

My eyes widened, I forgot my state of vulnerability as I grabbed his jacket. His eyes went down to my hand holding him.

"I am sorry, please."

"Come here," he said as he rolled up his sleeves.

"What?"

"I said come here."

I obeyed, biting my lip shyly as I approached him. His eyes followed my movement as I walked towards him.

"Good, now bend over." He ordered.