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My fixation on my pain took a back seat for a moment as I absorbed her words. Massage therapist. Why wouldn’t she want her boss to know?
More importantly, was she offering to give me a massage? Therapeutic or not, I liked the sound of that.
“Let’s do it.” I frowned at the doorway as the crowd in the living room burst into laughter again. “How do we get past the crew in there?”
“It can wait,” she said. “I’ll sneak into your room after everyone’s asleep.”
No. I didn’t want to wait if she could relieve this pain. Waiting meant pushing past it while I sat on the couch for hours.
“Let’s do it now,” I said. “I’ll go first. You come to my bedroom when you can gracefully get around the group. Maybe tell people you’re going to the bathroom or something.”
Jilly looked around, chewing her lip. She even did a full circle, taking in the kitchen before turning back toward me.
“I have a better idea.” She pointed to a stairwell behind me. “Bo said that’s the bonus room.”
There was no lock on that door. Should I point that out? If her boss walked in and caught her giving me a massage, he’d think…
A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. He’d think we were having sex in his dad’s bonus room. He’d probably high-five me for scoring with his hot new employee.
“Let’s go,” I said.
It wasn’t as easy as all that, though. If walking was excruciating, climbing steps was almost unbearable. I took it slowly, hating that she was seeing this side of me. I wanted this woman to view me as her hero—her knight in shining armor.
Luckily, Jilly had moved ahead of me. She was at the top of the stairs, surveying the area, by the time I was halfway up. I could only hope she didn’t notice how long it took me. And that whatever she’d learned in massage school would fix me.
She was all the way on the other side of the room by the time I got to the top. It was a deep room. There was a screen to my right and rows of sofas to my left, each row elevated above the previous one. She stood next to the sofa in the very back, which put her not only farther away but at a higher elevation.
“This might work.” She gestured toward the couch next to her. “Do you think you can make it up here?”
These steps were only slightly less steep than the stairs I’d just climbed, but I’d be damned if I let her see me struggling. I sucked in a breath, nodded once, and started in that direction.
I was right. It was only slightly less steep. But Jilly seemed to know exactly what I needed, and that was some privacy. She turned her back to me and pretended to prepare the couch for my arrival, leaning over to bang on the cushions and swipe at them…whatever that would do.
What it did for me was let me concentrate on that fine, rounded ass in those tight blue jeans. What I wouldn’t do to watch her pull those jeans down, spread those pretty legs, and let me fuck her from behind.
“Take off your shirt.”
She said those words before she turned to look at me, and they paused my steps. They also put my dick on full alert.
I didn’t pause further, though. I just started unbuttoning my flannel shirt and tossing it to the ground before removing the T-shirt I always wore underneath. When she turned to look at me, her gaze landed squarely on my chest.
She liked what she saw. That sent another surge straight to my growing erection.
But if she noticed the bulge, she didn’t show it. Instead, she turned and gestured toward the couch.
“If you don’t feel comfortable on your stomach, I can sit behind you,” she said. “Or I could sit and you could stand. Whatever works for you.”
What worked for me was to sit on that sofa and watch her undress. Then she’d straddle me while I slid my aching cock into that tight, wet?—
“I’ll sit,” I said, mostly to silence my completely inappropriate thoughts. She was here to help me, and all I could think about was what those tits would look like, bouncing and jiggling as she rode me.
“Sure.” She stepped back and gestured. “If you can, angle yourself to the side a little so I can squeeze in behind you.”
Mind out of gutter, Gage. Those words blasted through my head as I did exactly what she said. A slight pain shot through my back as I slowly lowered myself to the sofa. I waited for it to worsen, but it didn’t.
Was it possible the pain meds were taking effect? I didn’t know whether to be relieved or annoyed at that thought. On onehand, a pain-free weekend would be a gift after this brief scare. On the other, I’d have to be honest with her that I no longer needed a massage, right?
I’d barely gotten seated when Jilly positioned herself on the cushion next to me. I’d angled myself to the side slightly, as she’d requested, but having her so close to me while I was shirtless was doing things to me.
