Page 102 of Lucky Mother Pucker

He pulls up his shirt, revealing the hard lines of his stomach…whoa…those abs…he has an actual six-pack…

My gaze drifts to the side, to that glorious V-line.

I trail that line along the edge of his abs, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans…

So hot.

I have no idea why. It’s just a line. A muscle that everyone on this planet has.

Who am I kidding? Most people don’t have a visible V-line. And not everyone’s V-line looks like that. Like it was carved from stone.

I drag my gaze along the exposed part of his torso. This is the second time I’ve seen his abs, and just like the first time, the sight of them leaves me breathless. All that stacked muscle…

Leo has the physique of a Roman god.

I quietly clear my throat and force myself to refocus. I press my fingertips along the lower part of his ribs.

He jerks back under my touch and lets out an embarrassed laugh. “Wow. You weren’t kidding. Your fingers are like ice cubes.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You’re such a baby.”

The edge of his half-smile hooks higher, making him dangerously handsome. I stroke my hands over his ribs. He makes a muffled sound.

I look up to check in with him. “Is that too much?”

“Nah, I’m just a little sensitive on this part of my stomach.”

“You’re ticklish?”

His brow furrows like he’s offended. “Sensitive. Not ticklish.”

I laugh. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone’s ticklish.”

He fights a smile, his muscles twitching under my touch. “Okay, fine. Maybe I’m a little ticklish.”

I grab his hand and place it over his ribs, right above where I’m massaging. “Keep your hand here while I work on you. This will help stop that ticklish feeling.”

He frowns like he’s confused. “How’d you do that?”

“I learned about it when I was reading an article about sports massage. You know how you can tickle someone else, but you can’t tickle yourself? If someone’s ticklish, you put their hand on or near the area you’re working on, and it’ll help minimize that ticklish feeling.”

Leo blinks. “That’s brilliant.”

“When I told Evan and Paula about it the other day at work, they seemed pretty impressed and said they would start doing it too.”

He grins. “See? I told you it was brilliant.”

I continue with the firm yet soft massage strokes over his ribcage. The longer I work on him, the more I feel him relax underneath my touch.

“Remember to breathe,” I say.

He takes a long, slow breath.

“How’s it feeling?” I ask.

“Better. A lot less tight.”

“Massaging your ribs can also help prevent side stitches,” I say. “People forget that there are muscles around the ribs, and they need to be massaged and stretched out too.”