“Uh, uh, uh. Don’t you dare touch those straps.” He moved in front and gently held her hands on her lap. “We need to desensitize you to having my fingers all over your body, especially if I’m going to be dragging my brush up and down every inch of your luscious skin.”
Luscious indeed. Phil always told her she was too thin, that her hipbones stuck out too far, and that her pussy was colder than the Arctic.
Chase made her stand. “I’ve changed my mind. Let’s start by you lying on the massage table over here. I’ll paint your back first. That way you’ll know what to expect. That okay?”
At least her private parts would be covered. “Sure.”
The moment she placed her face in the donut hole, her muscles seemed to relax all on their own until Chase undid her bra hook.
“I don’t want to get paint on it. I’ll put it back later.”
This time she didn’t argue.
The next half hour was divine. He dragged a two-inch-wide brush up and down her legs and back, never painting too high on her inner thighs.
Clicks sounded under her as if he was unlatching something on the table. “I’m going open up the table so I can get closer.”
His voice came out professional, as if he did this all the time.
The table split in half, dragging each leg in the opposite direction. Panic ripped through her. She tried to push up, but Chase placed a palm on her butt.
“I won’t hurt you. I’m not your stepdad or that bastard of an ex-husband. I just want to paint you. Trust me.”
Trust. That commodity had left her body years ago and remained hidden in some foreign land.
She dropped down and took a deep breath.
“That’s it, darlin’. Enjoy.”
Wheels squeaked behind her as if he’d dragged over a rolling chair. Heat from one of the lamps warmed her upper thighs. A small brush, dipped in a cool liquid, began its mesmerizing trail up her inner thigh. Chase lifted the back of her suit bottom over one cheek. She didn’t protest, figuring he was trying to make sure not to ruin the material. But when his hands spread her legs wider, she could have sworn the suit rode up and exposed part of her pussy. While she shaved rather closely, she didn’t have a bare mound.
“Ah, darlin’?”
She relished how he said the endearment, so full of care and concern. “Yes?”
“You might want to consider having the spa do a little waxing on your sweet snatch so nothing shows out of your skimpy bottom.”
She stiffened. How dare he tell her how to groom herself? She’d made certain no errant hairs would escape. “I like the way I am, thank you.”
“I’m just saying, until you try it, don’t deny it. If you want to be ever so sensitive down there, you’ll follow my advice. Tomorrow. Please. It’ll make for a much nicer feeling of comfort.”
The erotic thought had the desired effect of letting her imagination picture the two of them in bed together with his tongue lashing out at her bare sex, flicking her clit that would be unencumbered by hair. “I’ll consider it.”
“Good. Think of these next few weeks as your time to be anyone you want to be, someone without a past, someone who’s free to imagine, to have someone tend to her every intimate need and not have to think about pleasing anyone but herself.”
That sounded nice, but Chase was hired to be nice to her. However, if he went above and beyond that of a bodyguard to be extra good, she wouldn’t complain.
The tender brush strokes continued. When she thought he was done with her back and inner thighs, he started at her ankles again and used a smaller brush, most likely to paint the details of the scene. She couldn’t wait to see what his artistry had created. The tiny strokes ignited every inch of flesh. By the time he told her to stand up, her body was on fire with desire.
For him, damn it.
“Whoops, I forgot to put your top back on.”
Oh, God. She’d forgotten she was half-naked. She spun around to grab the bra part when he stopped her. “I’ve seen all of you already, darlin’. I think it’s only right for me to enjoy the scenery. I think I’d like to paint something special on those gorgeous tits just for you. For the show tonight, you can wear your top. How about that?”
Now that the damage was done, she figured it wouldn’t hurt. He did seem to appreciate looking at her breasts. “Okay.”
He grinned like he’d won the lottery. He positioned her under the rack and had her grab the crossbars, which put her arms in a T position.
“I’ll just tie them with this soft strap so you won’t have to use any energy to hold them there.” After he fixed the velvet strap, he pulled over the stool with wheels. “Sit on the edge with your legs wide. I need full access to you.”
His words were like fingers stroking her, and her pussy walls contracted. Could he see how she tried to squeeze her thighs together to stop the pulses?
He thumbed both of her nipples again then squeezed them. She jerked, and the pressure lightened.
“Relax. All this tension isn’t good for you. I can see I have a lot of work cut for me to get you in the right frame of mind for when you have to confront that no-good ex-husband of yours.”
She straightened. “I already stand up to him. I tell him no all the time. I can’t help it if he doesn’t listen.”
“But you doubt yourself, thinking maybe you aren’t good enough or strong enough to beat him.”
He was right. “Whatever.”
He bent over and took the tip of her breast in his mouth and sucked hard. The nerve bundles responded with an overwhelming sense of urgency to have more. If her hands hadn’t been tied, she might have run her fingers through his hair just to increase the unfamiliar but enjoyable lust.
He nipped at one tip, then another before moving back. “See? That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”
It was anything but bad. What she thought had been an iceberg between her legs had thawed way too quickly, and that scared her.
Smiling, he grabbed the large brush and painted the top of her legs beige for the background, then did a second layer of different colors to look like random rocks. His strokes were smooth and sure, the realism amazing.
“You’re good.”
“I have a perfect surface. Your smooth skin is like the finest canvas.”
His words caressed her soul. For another hour she watched as he painted the pine trees and gravel paths. In the middle of her chest sat the mountain peak. The scene was beautiful. She was curious when he picked up a small yellow brush and aimed the tip at her nipple. Holding her breast in one hand, he drew delicate flowers, clustered together.
The strokes tickled at first. As the strokes grew broader, her desire rose. His intense concentration to make each flower perfect wreaked havoc on her heart. Never had anyone been so devoted to her breasts or to making her look good.
When he was done with the right tit, he sat back and grinned. “You are the most beautiful model. It’s such a shame we can’t show you off to the world.”
Like that was going to happen. She glanced at the other breast. “No flowers for her?”
“Hmm.” He tapped the wooden paint handle against his chin. “I think I’ll draw a lake, surrounded by a sandy beach.”
She laughed. “I like it.”
The attention he gave to each stroke would have made a brain surgeon proud. He blew on his creation, and lust grabbed her so hard she almost couldn’t breathe. For a moment she debated requesting he paint the outer folds of her pussy, but that would be asking for trouble, so she kept her mouth shut.
Getting her face painted was like receiving the best massage. He was gentle and wonderful. With each flick of the brush and each color change, her heart began to thaw. Where had this man been her whole life? She couldn’t remember the last time she’d met someone who listened, someone who seemed to care.
When he was done, he stood and stepped toward the door. He said nothing, his gaze raking up and down her body. If she hadn’t been painted a color, she bet he
r cheeks would have shown bright red.
“I need to get a camera and take a picture of you. This is by far my best work.”
She was glad she pleased him, but she wasn’t sure she wanted her naked tits to be digitized. She’d lose her job if the photos were posted to Facebook.
“While you are drying, my love, can I interest you in some food? I’ll have to hand-feed you as your arms aren’t dry yet.”
“I could handle that. How about a pizza?”
“What kind?”
“Vegetarian?” She really didn’t think someone so macho would go for her choice, but she’d been wrong before.
“Stay put. I’ll be right back.” He winked and disappeared. The key in the knob to lock her in assured her she’d be safe.
Less than fifteen minutes later, Chase returned carrying a tray. “You servant is here, my lady.”
She laughed, enjoying his antics. “Do you think I’m dry yet?” Her arms were getting a bit sore and her fingertips were falling asleep.
He touched her nipple and held up his finger for her inspection. “Nope. Now I have to do some damage control.”
She wished he had to do some damage control in some other part of her body, too, but she understood he didn’t want to mess with his masterpiece. After he dabbed on some paint on her hard little nub, his gaze dropped to her bottoms.
“I see I forgot to put your bathing suit bottom back in place. Stand, please.”
He walked around to her back and moved the stool out of the way. As unobtrusively as possible, she stuck out her hip, hoping his fingers would find a way to touch her needy clit. Two of his fingers slid under the material and pulled it over. Just when she was about to sag from not getting any relief, he ran his fingers around the edge and hit her sweet spot. She nearly lifted off the floor.
He put her chair back and returned to the front. “I’ve detected a problem here.”
“What?”
“I think maybe I got some paint on your sweet little snatch.”
She giggled at how funny that sounded. “Now why would you think that?”
“Because it’s so damn wet in there. Let me take another look.”
Thrills raced down her. Instead of pulling down her bottom, he untied the sides in one tug, and the material floated to the ground, pooling between her feet.
She glanced down. Oh my God.
She was naked.
Wet.
And very needy.
Chapter Three
Chase sucked in a breath at the incredible sight before him. He knew he was in for big-time trouble. The rules of the spa were written in steel. No fucking the customer. Rod had told him Larissa was hired to help with some law case while she was here, but he didn’t know if that meant she was off-limits or not. His cock strained against his pants, and if he didn’t get out of there fast, he’d do something he might regret, like touch her with his tongue, with his finger, or with his hard cock.
“You know what, darlin’? I need to get something. Hold that thought.” He gave a quick glance to the floor.
He rushed out so fast he wasn’t able to understand what she’d shouted after him. His brother, Tom, was supposed to tag team with him. If his older brother were here to supervise, Chase might not cross the line.
His brother picked up on the second ring. “Tom. It’s me. I need you, man.”
“What’s wrong?”
“You know the woman we have to protect?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m about to do something stupid and I need you to stop me. In my studio. Pronto.” Tom was somewhere on the premises, hopefully not messing with the nail tech he had his eye on.
His brother didn’t even answer. Instead he disconnected. Chase paced until Tom arrived slightly out of breath. Larissa would be furious with him for his disappearing act, but he hoped the effect of her anger would cool his jets. He’d never met anyone like her before.
“You look like shit.” Tom always was the one to get to the point.
“I swear she’s more dangerous than any deep-sea fishing expedition I’ve headed. I need you to do something with her.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. I’ve entered the body painting contest, and I’m so hard I’m going to embarrass myself.”
Tom smiled. “I think I have just the thing.”
* * * *
Two men barged through the door, jerking Larissa’s attention back to reality. Finally. She thought she might be tied to this damn machine forever. Relief nearly weakened her knees until she realized Chase was with another man, and a stranger at that.
She wanted to cover herself but couldn’t, not with her hands tied to the crossbars. Even lifting a knee wouldn’t prevent the newcomer from seeing her.
“Who are you?” She tried to sound as authoritative as possible.
“Chase’s brother, Tom.”
He must be the other man on protection detail. While he might have a reason to be in the room, it didn’t mean she had to like it. He was taller than Chase by two inches and had shoulders just as broad, but his hair was shorter and darker. There wasn’t enough light at that end of the room to note the color of his eyes, but she bet they’d be dark green.
Tom strode over to her and stood real close, too close. She’d been wrong. His eyes were cobalt blue. While her gaze was studying his handsome face, he slipped two fingers up her pussy and rubbed her needy sex. Her stomach flipped from the currents racing up her body, and her breath halted in her throat for a moment.
She pulled her hips as far back as she could. “What are you doing?” She put an edge to her voice that always put a little fear into every defense attorney.
“What does it feel like, honey? I’m hoping it’s as good for you as it is for me.”
“Don’t touch me. You have no right.” She tilted her hips forward again then stood there as if she never wanted him to stop.
Tom must have taken her comment seriously, for he held up his hands. Her own arousal filled her nostrils.
“Hey, Chase, I think you need to finish painting this hot pussy before she has a fit.” He faced her again. “Unless you’d like me to take over.”
Her breath hitched again, but she needed to voice her opinion. It was, after all, her body. “No.”
This newcomer was too sure of himself, too overwhelming, and her brain got scrambled by his mere presence.
“I’m liking the scenes you did, little brother, on those cute little titties of hers. Are they dry?”
Chase laughed. “Go test them out, but only with your finger, not your mouth. Next time I should use edible paint. Then, when I’m done, we can lick the design off her body.”
Why did he have to say that? Thinking of both men all over her sent her mind in a wild new direction. She hadn’t realized how boring and safe her life had become. Her heated center gushed.
Tom loomed over her. He got this crazy look in his eye as if he were mentally licking her. She wanted to tell him not to touch her, but when his large thumb moved close to the tip of her breast, her tongue stopped working.
He rubbed the tip and checked out his thumb. She didn’t see any color had rubbed off. She thought he’d be satisfied with the light touch, but then he overstepped his bounds again by lightly pinching the tip between his thumb and forefinger. My God, the pleasure astounded her. Fluids leaked from her already-wet entrance.
What was happening to her? She was standing naked in front of two men and actually enjoyed seeing the look of wonder in their eyes. Chase came over and unhooked her arms. Slight pain ran up her stiff limbs, and she shook them to restore circulation.
Tom held up a hand and walked around her. “Do you really want everyone to see her white ass? I’m thinking if we put in a butt plug, the judges will understand better why you didn’t finish painting her.”
Butt plug? A shiver raced down her body, and it wasn’t the good kind.
Chase shook his head, thank goodness. “There’s no need. She wants to wear a bath
ing suit.”
“I bet the rest of the contestants will be naked. This sweet thing could win hands down if you strutted her out like this, but if you let me paint her sweet pussy, we’d have the other contestants voting for her.”
They acted like she wasn’t there. “I’ll do no such thing. I’m here to hide from my ex, not strut around for everyone to see.” How dare they? Being naked in front of Chase and Tom was one thing, but to prance in front of others would never happen.
Chase whispered in her ear. “Why don’t you get dressed then? It’s showtime.”
Thank goodness he understood. Now, she wasn’t even sure she could go in front of other people, but Chase had spent so much time making the design wonderful that she didn’t want to disappoint him. As soon as the feeling returned to her arms, she pulled on her bottoms.
Tom dangled her top in front of her. She grabbed it from him, hooked the back of the top in front of her, spun it around, and lifted her arms to tie the top in position. Chase moved behind her and adjusted her bottoms.
He walked in front and surveyed his handiwork. “You look sensational. Tom, you coming to watch the show?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. I could never get enough of this beautiful woman. I hope the judges appreciate her since she’s so covered up.” He pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures. “You’ll want to remember this work.”
His words made him sound crass, but from the soft way his lids drooped, she’d never seen anyone sexier. Were these men really bodyguards, or had Rod just told her that? “Before we go out, can you assure me of your credentials for protecting me?”
Tom and Chase exchanged a glance. Chase spoke up first. “I used to run a fleet of fishing vessels. Competition is fierce in the seafood word, believe it or not. I always carried a gun and know how to use it.”
“Don’t let Chase fool you. He’s studied street fighting and can take down the best of them. As for myself, I was in the Special Forces for a few years, but an injury made me quit. I then worked on an oil rig. If that doesn’t make you tough, nothing will.”
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