Take Off... My Top?
A sly smile crept on Lucifer's lips. He seemed satisfied by her response. "Sure. Of course, Ms. Emelia. Now, can you sit here?" Lucifer said and pointed at a spot between his legs. "I'll give you a shoulder and back massage first." He added.
Emelia nodded, standing up and moving over to him. She sat down between his legs, facing away from him, her back turned toward him, her buttocks touching the side of his thighs, while Lucifer moved forward, leaning into her. Then, she took off her suit jacket and laid it on the bed, leaving herself in her blouse and skirt.
This position was embarrassing for Emelia since she could feel the warmth coming from Lucifer's body, his manly scent permeating her senses. It sent butterflies fluttering inside her stomach and caused goosebumps to appear on her skin.