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"Sure. Just tell me how you injured your knee the first time."
Kate won't give up, will she? The woman is much more bloody-minded than I am.
I blow out a sigh. "Have it your way. I was injured on the job. It was a house fire."
"There's more to the story, for sure. But we'll set that aside for now." She pats my knee—the good one. "Let's get started on the physical side of your therapy. I need to evaluate you."
"All right."
"Lie down."
I stretch out on the padded bench, linking my hands over my belly.
Kate pulls a lever on the underside of her stool to lift it to the height of the bench. "First, I'm going to gently explore your knee. Let me know if anything hurts."
She lays her hands on my calf, just below my knee, and works her way up while cautiously palpating my flesh. I wince when she presses on my knee, but she keeps going, her fingers exploring every side of my leg.
"That one spot hurt, right?" she asks. "But was there any other discomfort?"
"No. Only that spot."
She inches her fingers up my thigh, gently poking and prodding as she goes. When her fingers come within a few inches of my groin, my entire body flinches.
"What's wrong?" she asks. "Is it really painful there?"
"No, it's—Just donnae touch me there." Because her fingers are inching too close to my cock, and the last thing I want is to get an erection while my physical therapist examines me.
"Are you sure it doesn't hurt there? Could be a more widespread problem if—"
"There's no pain. Just stick to my knee, all right?"
"Sure. I don't want to cause you too much discomfort."
Kate stands up and kicks the stool out of her way. Then she takes hold of my calf with both hands. "Try to relax and just let me move your muscles for you. Okay?"
"I'll try." Not much chance I'll relax, but I can give it a go.
With her hands around my calf, she exerts light pressure to bend my knee, then slides her hand up. "Still okay?"
"Aye."
She sets my foot down on the bench, leaving my knee bent. Then she runs her hands down my thigh and back up to my knee. When she starts massaging my flesh while she moves her hands up my thigh, I fight the urge to clench my jaw. My gaze stays riveted to her fingers while they crawl closer to my groin and she kneads my thigh. I grip the sides of the bench, but she keeps going until her fingers graze my cock. I grimace, but she doesn't seem to notice what part of me she's touching.
Any second, I'll get an erection. In front of Kate.
"Stop," I growl.
"Does it hurt?" She stays focused on my thigh, still massaging me.
"No, it bloody doesn't hurt. Just stop.Now."
She freezes, but doesn't remove her wee hands from my leg. "What's wrong?"
And that's when it happens. I get an erection.
"Mhac na galla," I snarl. "Didn't I tell you to stop doing that? Donnae ye ever listen?"
"What is your problem?"
