Chapter 15

Bryan was sitting on his bed while using the computer, he was looking at some documents that Adam had sent him. When the door to her room was opened by Petra, she was wearing a short white dress, and her bunny slippers.

The same stares at his wife, who approaches the bed.

— What do you want, dear wife? — he asks, causing Petra to snort as she sits up in bed.

— I need you to let me do something. — she says directly.

— And what would it be? — Bryan asks curiously.

— I want to massage your legs. — she says. — I need to put into practice everything I'm reading.

— All good. — Bryan says, turning off the notebook and putting it aside.

Petra smiles and quickly climbs onto the bed, standing next to Bryan, he looks at her intently as she ties her hair in a bun and gets even closer to do the massage.

— I'm still learning. — she says. — but in time I'll get practice.

— Come on, show me what you've learned. — he says, Petra quickly touches his thigh and slides both her hands so that his thigh is between them. Soon, Petra starts squeezing her leg, trying to focus on squeezing as much as possible, so she can get to the muscle.

Petra was very focused on her work, Bryan stared at her and sighed when he felt her soft hands squeeze her legs. It was turning him on, however, Petra didn't realize it due to her total concentration on the massage.

Bryan couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed Petra's wrist, and she looked at him confused.

— Can't you see you're driving me crazy with that massage? — he asks breathlessly.

— Crazy? — she asks in a low voice.

Bryan takes Petra's right hand to her erection, her eyes widen, however, as she was curious, she left her hand exactly where he placed it.

— You left him like this. — He says, he shook Petra's hand, and as she was on her erection, he ended up squeezing her.

— I… I didn't do anything. — says Petra, her cheeks burning.

— That innocence of yours drives me crazy. — Bryan says, closing his eyes and removing his hand that was on Petra's, however, Petra is still touching his erection. — did you like it?

She quickly pulls her hand away and looks down at the same ones that were resting on her thighs.

— Are you a virgin, Petra? — Bryan asks her who keeps looking at her hands. — answer me.

— Yes. — she says, still not looking at him.

Bryan takes his hand to Petra's chin and lifts her face, making her face him.

— I won't touch you until you're of age, and if you want me, I won't force you to do anything. — Bryan says, looking her in the eyes.

— And... what if I want to do this... before I turn eighteen? — she asks, feeling very embarrassed.

— I really want to touch her…but like you said, she's a virgin. — he says. — in the state I'm in, without being able to move my legs, it will be difficult for us to do that.

— So, you want to wait until you can walk again? — asks Petra.

— Yes, it will be better for both of us. — Bryan says.

— Is our... is our marriage real? — she asks. — you told your mother that in our marriage there was no love, and that despite the circumstances in which we got married, our marriage was real.

— I didn't lie, since we're married, I want to make this work. — Bryan says. — if you want, of course, if you don't, we were married for two years, and then we separated, and since you married me and joined the company so that we could merge, you could make us partners, each with his share.

— Would we just be partners? — asks Petra.

— Yes, that's all. — he says. — I'll let you think about it.

— We can try. — says Petra. — I confess that I was scared, I was taken by surprise with this marriage, but from the beginning I had a little hope that this marriage would be my freedom, I would get rid of my father and his mania for controlling me.

— But then you spent that time with my mother and thought it would be worse here? — he asks.

— Yes, your mother was becoming controlling like my father, I couldn't go out, just to visit him. — says Petra, smiling sadly. — I spent hours and hours sitting beside her while I watched you sleep.

— Would you always see me at the hospital? — Bryan asks in surprise.

— Yes, three times a week, it was the only place I could go out. — says Petra.

— And you talked to me? — he asks.

— There was a moment when I was so exhausted from everything I was going through, I ended up venting to you. — she says. — you were a good listener.

— Of course, I was in a coma. — Bryan says, and they end up laughing.

— Shall we continue with the massage? — says Petra, touching Bryan's knee and smiling.

— hmm, do you want me to get better soon? — he asks.

— Yes. — she says.

— And why do you crave my improvement so quickly? — he asks, looking into her eyes and smiling mischievously.

— No, I just want you to be okay. — says Petra, her cheeks flushed.

— I know why you want my improvement, so darling, you can start. — Bryan says, and soon he feels his wife's hands massaging his thighs again, and then her calf.

Bryan watched Petra's every move closely, how her hands moved up and down as she massaged her legs. Her total concentration on what she's doing.

Her clothes and her slippers made her cute, even more so now that she made a pout with her lips while putting strength in the massage.

— Come here. — says Bryan pulling Petra's arm, even confused, she approached even more, and sat on Bryan's lap, with one leg on either side of his hip.

— Do you realize how beautiful you are? — he asks, she quickly denies it.

Petra lowers her head in embarrassment and a few strands of hair end up covering her face. Bryan takes her hand to her face and removes those strands of hair, taking them behind her ear.

They stared at each other, desire was clear in their gazes, the weather was getting hot, and the sensual tension was building by the second.

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