Chapter 2: Offer Me Your Body

"Press it harder," Ari instructed, adjusting the angle of Rainne's leg on the therapy ball.

“You sure this is the only thing you want me to press?” smirking as sweat glistened along his sharp jawline.

Ari rolled her eyes.

Pawis ang noo. Pawis ang dibdib pero nagawa pa rin maging sira ulo.

“Focus. Focus Mr. Marquez ..” she muttered under her breath. Kung hindi lang siya nananatiling controlled ay mauubusan na siya ng pasensya sa binatang ito.

“Relax, Nurse. We’re focusing on improvement, diba?”

“Improvement sa katawan mo. Hindi sa kakulitan mo.”

Rainne chuckled low, then tilted his head with that smug, infuriating grin.

“Then help me stretch properly…” His voice dropped. “Ibuka mo.”

Ari froze. “Excuse me?”

“I mean my legs,” Rainne said innocently, though his eyes trailed down her neckline like sin. “What were you thinking, Nurse?”

She exhaled sharply, feigning a glare. “Keep talking like that, and I might actually walk out.”

“Relax,” he said, flexing his thighs wider, the ball rolling between them. “Seryoso. Baka kailangan mong i-massage ulit. Mukhang matigas pa, e.”

“Kulang ka lang sa palo.”

“Gusto ko nga ‘yon eh.” His smirk deepened. “You gonna spank me too, Nurse?”

Ari bent slightly to check and adjust his thigh again—only for the ball to slip from between his knees.

“Ay—shit!”

Before she could react, she stumbled forward—napasubsob siya diretso sa pagitan ng hita ni Rainne.

Rainne groaned—too loud.

“Sorry—”

“Grabe ka naman, Nurse,” he teased. “That's part of the therapy right?”

“Ulol.” She tried to push off his leg, but his hand caught her waist, steadying her.

She's loosing her composure.

“Bitawan mo—”

“Hindi ka naman nilalagnat, pero ang init ng bibig mo.”

His grip didn't tighten, but it didn’t release either. His thumb brushed her side, slow. Gentle.

“Ari...” he murmured, voice suddenly different—softer. Warm. Pero bakas ang kirot sa boses na ‘yon. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m just some spoiled asshole who wants a quick fuck.”

She froze.

Rainne lifted his hand to her jaw, thumb brushing her flushed cheek. Eye to eye, quietly worshipping.

“Alam kong mali... pero every time you touch me,” he whispered, “I don’t feel broken.”

Napasinghap si Ari.

“You think I’m just teasing you, Ari... pero totoo lahat. The way I look at you. The way I dream about you.” He let out a breath. “Fuck—I can’t stop. Parang dumadaloy ka sa sistema ko.”

His forehead met hers, breath shaky.

“Tell me to stop. And I will.”

Napakapit si Ari sa balikat niya, kahit hindi niya alam kung saan siya huhugot ng tibay.

“Rainne…” she whispered. “Maybe you're just in pain. Maybe you're just… broken.”

Napapikit siya, pilit kinakalma ang sariling puso.

“Maybe I’m just… a distraction. A bandaid.” She shook her head, voice low.

But his grip on her waist tightened.

His hands slid down her back—slow, deliberate—then settled on her ass. He massaged—like he needed to memorize the shape of her. Firm. Warm. Possessive.

Ari gasped softly.

Parang may init na dumaan sa dibdib at hita niya.

Then his fingers dipped lower—right where her thighs met the heat under her underwear.

Her eyes fluttered shut.

“Okay lang?” he whispered, voice hoarse.

She nodded, barely breathing.

Pagdilat niya, naramdaman niya agad ang bigat ng tingin ni Rainne.

Nasa dibdib niyang umaangat sa bawat paghinga dahil sa scrub top nitong hapit na hapit.

His fingers slid down between her thighs, moved just a little—then pressed.

“Rainne…” she warned—but it came out more like a moan.

He didn’t say a word. Isa pang diin. His finger found the center of her heat—her underwear. Basang-basa na.

Napakapit si Ari sa balikat niya, habang mas lumalalim ang galaw ng daliri nito. He began rubbing up and down along her folds—napasinghap siya.

Dumulas paakyat ang isa niyang kamay, sumuot sa ilalim ng scrub top ni Ari—dahan-dahan hanggang sa naiangat niya ito.

His palm cupped her breast, thumb dragging over her nipple—just as his fingers below slid her underwear to the side.

“Tell me to stop..” then presses her nipple.

Their eyes met.

Ari should’ve pulled away.

Should’ve slapped his hand off her chest and thigh. Should’ve said no.

“Rainne…”

His fingers gently move—teasing—sa dulo ng pagkababae niya.

“Tell me,” he whispered again.

Napakagat siya sa labi.

Marahang humaplos ang daliri nito sa pinakasentro ng init ni Ari—isang galaw lang, napapikit siya.

“Don't stop...”

He slipped two fingers inside her panties, feeling her soaked.

“Rainne, I—ahh,” she gasped, kamay niya nasa balikat ng binata habang nilalabanan ang panginginig.

He kissed her shoulder. Down her spine. Then turned her around and lifted her onto the therapy bed.

“Spread your legs, Nurse.”

She did.

Unti-unting bumibilis ang paglabas pasok nito habang mariing nakatitig si Rainne sa dalaga.

“Dalawa muna,” he said, voice like sin. “Tell me if you want more.”

“F-Fuck,” she gasped kasabay ng pag indayog ng dibdib nito habang mariin ang titig sa isa't-isa.

Every thrust of his fingers made her hips roll toward him—parang hinahanap niya ang dulo ng sarap.

Rainne leans down to kiss her—deep, hungry. His chest brushing against her breasts. Bago pa siya makabawi ng hininga, binuhat siya ni Rainne—turning her toward the wall.

Itinaas nitong bahagya ang isang hita, isinandal sa hita niya. The movement made her underwear shift—mas ramdam niya ngayon ang init, ang daliri nito na hindi pa rin umaalis sa gitna niya.

Mariin pa rin ang titig nito sa kanya.

“Luhod.”

Damn.

His voice was low. Commanding. Wrecked.

Sa sandaling iyon tila mabilis na pumasok sa utak ni Ari ang kaniyang trabaho—ang kaniyang mabangong pangalan sa larangan ng medisina.

“Rainne—” she said, shaking.

Mali ‘to. Hindi puwede—

But her knees were already bending—betraying her.

Nanginginig ang dibdib niya sa bilis ng paghinga, nanlalalim ang titig habang nakatingala sa lalaki—kay Rainne Leon Marquez.

Ang bilyonaryong si Rainne Leon Marquez.

Tumataginting ang pangalan nito. Hanggang ngayong wala itong paramdaman sa media matapos ang aksidente. At ngayon—he’s alive, freaking hot and alive habang namumula ang pisngi, parang sabik sa bawat kilos na gagawin nito.

Ari Valencia. The multi-awarded nurse.

Ngayon ay nakaluhod para sa kanya.

Hindi na sigurado kung anong mas nangingibabaw—ang init ng katawan o ang gulo sa isip.

He brushed her hair behind her ear, slow and reverent.

She pulled his shorts down.

Ari looked up at him once, eyes heavy-lidded and wild.

Then she leaned forward, lips brushing the base, the heat of her breath making Rainne groan from deep within his chest.

“Fuck...”

Rainne’s hands went to her head, not forcing—just holding, shaking slightly as his control frayed.

Ari doesn't believe in love. Kahit kailan hindi rin pumasok sa isip niya ang pakikipagtalik. Ngunit ngayon…

“Ari—oohh..”

But she didn’t stop. She took more of him in.

She looked at Ari—gorgeous kneeling for him, scrub top slipping off one shoulder, breasts bouncing slightly with every bob of her head.

“Shit. You’re gonna ruin me.”

And maybe she already had.

She wiped her mouth, stood slowly.

Rainne, still reeling, managed a breathless smile.

“I’ll pay for your father’s treatment. All of it.”

Ari froze.

“What?”

He met her eyes, chest still heaving.

“No strings,” he repeated softly. “Just sex.”