Chapter 2

I shook my head hard, trying desperately to push those inappropriate thoughts aside. Just as Samuel instructed, I leaned forward over the exercise ball.

"Excellent, just like that. Hold your position," Samuel said, looking down at my form.

Suddenly, he barked, "Don't let your hips lift!"

He swatted my backside.

All the desire I had just forced myself to suppress ignited again. My legs clamped together uncontrollably, and a wave of warmth flooded my lower body, pooling wetly between my thighs.

Afraid Samuel would notice, I blushed and scrambled to my feet, lowering my gaze. "Sam, I need to go to the changing room for a moment. I'll be right back!"

"Alright, hurry up. Don't take too long!" he called after me.

In the changing room, I quickly stripped out of my clothes. Sure enough, I was soaked.

All of this was Frederick's fault for always being away on business. He had honed my body to be unbearably sensitive, then left me alone in an empty bed. And now, just a light touch on my backside by another man was enough to make me react.

At that thought, I felt utterly wronged, and the fiery restlessness inside me had not subsided at all. In the end, I simply pulled out the little toy I always carried with me, sat back in the chair, and slipped it inside myself.

Just as I switched it to the highest setting, I realized I could see Samuel's back from this angle.

He was doing push-ups. His arms looked as though they were made for weightlifting, and with every downward movement came the sound of his heavy breathing, which made my heart flutter.

Suddenly, the sensation of him slapping my backside just now flashed through my mind.

I couldn't help but wonder if he liked it rough.

In my imagination, I was on my knees before him with my hips raised, while he struck me repeatedly before entering me.

With his solid build, I figured he would make me feel unbelievably good, like nothing I had ever experienced before.

"Please go faster, Sam…"

Lost in the fantasy, I gripped the chair with all my strength and couldn't stop myself from moaning.

My whole body went limp, melting weakly into the chair.

Perhaps I was far too absorbed in my own pleasure, because I hadn't even noticed the pitch-black shadow that had already fallen over me.

It wasn't until I caught a whiff of that sweaty scent that I jerked my head around.

Samuel was right behind me, staring straight at my chest and gulping repeatedly.

Earlier, I had unhooked my bra to heighten the sensation. Now, my pale chest lay completely bare before him.

"You! When did you get here?" I covered myself in a rush.

My face was blazing red. I hung my head, not daring to meet his eyes.

Samuel was panting hard, and his ears were tinged crimson.

"I just came to see what you were doing. What's taking you so long to get changed? Hurry up and come out for your session!"

With that, his gaze lingered on my chest for a few more seconds before he finally turned and left.

I quickly changed and rushed to the bathroom to splash water on my face, trying to calm myself.

When I saw myself in the mirror—hair in disarray and eyes burning with lust—I couldn't stop wondering if I was consumed by desire.

No wonder Samuel had been breathing so hard earlier. I bet he was close to losing control.