Chapter 2

She twisted her voluptuous hips and reached for her phone on the nightstand.

The movement caused the towel to ride up, exposing what little it had barely concealed. Now, nothing remained hidden.

The view was breathtaking.

My throat went dry, and I swallowed hard.

Vanessa's cheeks flushed crimson as she fumbled to readjust the towel. The moment she covered her lower half, her ample curves spilled into view—like trying to hide one thing only to expose another.

I stared, mesmerized, before catching myself and forcing my gaze away.

With a pout, she whined in that honeyed tone, "Jake, give me a leg massage, won't you? My legs have gotten so much thicker since the pregnancy."

Before I could react, she lifted her leg and draped it over my arm.

From this angle, I had an unobstructed view of her flawless body. The slight swell of her belly did nothing to diminish her allure.

Following her lead, I kneaded her legs, my own body reacting in ways that made the situation both torturous and thrilling.

Just when I thought the massage would end, her foot trailed up my chest. Then, perhaps mindful of the baby, she slid it lower, brushing against my groin with deliberate, teasing pressure.

At twenty, I was all raw need. My face burned as she explored me with bold curiosity.

Vanessa studied me with playful interest. "Jake, can you massage... everywhere?"

"Of course," I answered automatically, professionalism warring with desire.

"Then work here." She guided my hand lower, and the slick heat I encountered shocked me.

This woman was desperate.

The old village tales about pregnant women's heightened needs were true. I tried to pull away, but the movement only excited her more. Soft moans escaped her lips.

Being this close to a mature, experienced woman was something I'd never dared imagine.

Now, the opportunity was right in front of me—and I hesitated.

Professional ethics screamed that this was wrong.

Vanessa sensed my conflict. Leaning close, her breath warm against my ear, she murmured, "My husband hasn't touched me since I got pregnant. Says I should 'rest for the baby.' It's like being sentenced to marital celibacy."