Mr. Sterling Can't Ride a Bike

"I'll press it for you," Emma Hart said gently, applying just a bit more pressure with her hands but still hitting the spot perfectly, making the man finally relax his grip and lie down comfortably on the couch.

Emma's warm fingers moved with a blend of tenderness and strength over Damian Sterling's temples, easing his tension remarkably and even inducing a slight drowsiness in him!

Damian, with his eyes closed, reached out and patted Emma's arm. "Come here." 

Following his request, Emma moved in front of the couch. 

Sitting as instructed, her legs straight out in front of her, Damian shifted to lay his head on Emma's thighs. 

The long couch couldn't accommodate his tall frame completely, leaving him to curl his legs slightly while resting on her.

"You should go to bed and get some proper rest," Emma suggested. 

"Not going," he murmured sleepily.