“Can you massage me?” As soon as the question slips out of Alessandre's mouth, my chin drops to the floor and my eyes widen. But Alessandre just looks at me as if his request is not a big of a deal. I gulp down. “W-what?”
“My back hurts. . . Can you massage me?” he repeats.
“Ah yes, yes. Lie down on your stomach,” I quickly say and stand up. He lapses into silence for a second before nodding, walking over the bed, and lying down on his stomach. For a moment, I don't do anything; I just stare at his broad and well-defined back. When I see him open his eyes, frown, and tilt his head to me, I reluctantly lift my hand to his back, fingers quivering a little bit.
“Sit on me,” I hear him mutter, his voice sexy in my ears.
By the time I finish massaging him, I'm burning between my legs, and
