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When the squeaking of the table settled, letting me know he was comfortable, I finally looked at his naked body, his ass covered with the cloth. Picking the same oil I used the other day, I tiptoed toward him, my insides spinning.

“Ready?”

“Hell yeah.”

Filling my lungs with air, I held it and braced myself. He was ready. I was not.

Chapter 5

Chastity Monroe

Sure enough, two minutes into the massage, the man was moaning and groaning, making me heady with lust. If he sounded like this with a massage, how would he sound in bed, having sex?

A tremor rolled down my spine at the very idea, my nipples tightening. Damn, to be a fly on the wall while he was getting busy. I would pay for that.

When I was standing in front of him, pushing my hands down his back so my thumbs were on either side of his spine, I hit a super tight spot and he lurched, his hands gripping my hips.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, tensing severely under my touch.

Normally, I would ignore their reaction to pain and hurry up and work the knot out. This wasn’t just a knot, however, it was a lump of tight muscles. What the hell did this man do since I saw him on Monday?

“Take a deep breath,” I urged in a soothing tone, easing up on the pressure.

“Just do what you got to do and get it over with.”

“You sure?”

His nails dug into me, and he hissed, “Do it!”

Leaning over his head, I winced, and hit the spot aggressively.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, tugging me closer.

It took almost an entire minute before the tension began to loosen and his pain ebbed. His muscles relaxed and he heaved a sigh, his body becoming pliant under my skillful touch once more.

“Better?”

“Much,” he snickered, his hold unwinding, but not releasing my hips.

My pulse was racing, my stomach fluttering. Why was he still touching me? Why was I letting him?

Because I liked it. In fact, I was slowing down, lingering, not moving on because I didn’t want to step away. I’d never had a man hold me in any way; I rather enjoyed this. When I stretched to push down his length, one of his hands slid from my hip, his fingers grazing the side of my ass.

I froze, not sure what to do. If I stood up, it might make him move that teasing touch away and I sure as hell didn’t want that. But I couldn’t stay like this forever.

This was ridiculous. I was wasting time. With another appointment on the other side of town in two hours, I had to finish this up and move along. Time to stop fantasizing and do my job.

Clearing my throat, I stood and shifted my weight. His hands fell to the table, and he sighed while I worked at the base of his skull around his neck. When I was done, I muttered for him to roll over, my focus already waiting to see if he was hard.

Nice! He was. Delighted, I couldn’t stop the foolish grin as I repeated the process, starting on his right side. Like the other day, when I reached his pelvic area, the towel twitched and he groaned, his knee rolling toward me to open his legs.

I almost rushed through the process of going down his right leg to his foot, up his left foot and leg, just to return to the lower section of his torso.

My skin was flushed, my breathing shallowing. Casting a curious glance, my heart banging on my ribs, I gulped the knot in my throat and dared something I never thought I would, never even had the desire to. When I pushed my palm forward, I slid my fingers over the spot just above his penis, not feeling any hair.

He tensed, his legs straightening, the towel twitching. I did it again, raking my index over the base of his erection, trying to determine his girth.

His hand lashed out and grabbed my wrist. Yelping, I jumped from one foot to the other, snapping my focus to his dark glare. His chest heaving, his lips drawn into a thin line, his nostrils flared as his lids narrowed.