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“No,” I snap. “I am going to need you to massage out the knot I've got in this hammy. It's killing me. Think I've been overexerting it trying to compensate.” I stare at her, brows raised.
I've got her right where I want her. She has to do these things as my therapist. Greg says so.
“Okay, hop on the table,” she says reluctantly. “I'll take a look.”
I hop on the black massage table face down in my gym shorts, hearing her inhale a shaky breath then let it out.Yes, sweetheart, you're gonna put those hands on this thigh and rub me good.
It's been too long. Too many nights of my hand wrapped around my cock, trying to remember the feel of her. She was so slick and wet, just begging for the feel of me inside her. I'm losing my patience and becoming desperate for her touch. A fake knot will do.
She stands behind me and I groan loudly the minute those firm little hands find the meat of the back of my leg. Pressing her thumbs into my muscle, she works through the hamstring. Fuck, this feels good.
“I don't feel the knot,” she says softly, still pushing into me. “How does this feel?”
“You aren't getting in there deep enough,” I murmur into the table. “Think you need some more leverage. Your hands are weak. Hop up and push down harder.”
She dismisses the diss, and the need to prove her strength comes over her.
I bite back my smile as I feel her straddle me on the table. She puts her shoulders into it, really driving those hands into my leg while her thighs surround me.
“That's good. Ah, yeah, that's good,” I say, hissing.
Her hands pull back and I take the opportunity to turn beneath her, rolling over until she's straddling me on the table. She moves to hop off, but I grab her arms, keeping her in place.
“I need that on my quad too. Might as well stay here for it.” I bite down on my lip, my hands folding back beneath my head as I act casual.
“Lake…” she warns, staring down at me. “What are you doing?”
She frowns, but she doesn't go to move. Her eyelashes flutter, and I can almost hear her heart pumping vivaciously in her chest.
“Are you going to help me, or do I need to go get a professional like Jaden to finish the job?”
I can practically hear her grinding her teeth before her face changes and a laugh slips from her throat.
“Great idea,” she says, the sarcasm raging beneath her tone. “He'd love the chance to finish you off.”
My head cocks at her weird statement, and as she moves to get off me, her knee slips off the edge of the table. Quick hands got me my job, and quick hands save her from falling. I grip her wrists, pulling her forward as her knee falls to the side. The move forces her to straddle my thigh, her top half falling on top of me. The wind is knocked from her chest as she falls into me hard.
She's right above me now, and the look on her face is one of pure terror. It feels long, this span of time since she's fallen onto me, but I'm sure it's only been a matter of seconds. Either way, I'm enjoying the hell out of it.
I lick the corner of my lip while staring at hers. Fuck, they're so close. I just want another taste. She eyes me cautiously before peering back to the closed door. I grab her face, turning her towards me.
“Just a quick one, please,” I beg, tipping my chin up slightly.
“What?!” she gasps.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
“Lake, what happened to respecting me?! I thought you understood!” she yells at me in a hushed tone. “This can't happen!”
“D, I respect the shit out of you.” My brows pinch together, showcasing my seriousness before a little smirk makes its appearance. “That doesn't mean your accidental fall onto my lips while helping get this knot out is going to change that.”
Her chest is heaving like she just got off the treadmill, sealing her breasts to my firm chest as I keep hold of her waist. She keeps peering back and forth between my eyes and lips, and I know she's contemplating it. Remembering it.
She closes her eyes and the softest sigh leaves her lips.
“I'm going crazy, D,” I whisper. I cup the side of her face with one hand and lean up to close the space between us. “Don't make it complicated.”
A wrinkle forms between her brows, pinching the corners of her eyes together. She hesitates above me, her body warring with her mind, but before we even get the chance to connect, her phone rings.
