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“I’m still early on in my training,” she said. “So I’m not going to go too deep here. Do you have a history of back problems?”
She was talking, but her hands had settled onto my back, skin on skin. The contact made it tough to focus on her words.
“Mmmph,” I managed to force out.
She remained still, hands on me. I didn’t dare turn to look, but ten bucks said she was frowning in confusion back there.
“I threw it out working a couple of years ago,” I said, squeezing my eyes closed. “Every now and then it gets funky. I usually sleep it off.”
After a long pause, her hands began moving. They shifted to the left side, both kneading my muscles.
“Oh yeah,” I said. My eyes popped open at the sound of my own voice. Had that really come out of me? It sounded almost sexual.
Her hands stilled again. Mental note—keep your moans of pleasure to yourself. I held my breath, not daring to make a single move until she started up again.
Fingers rubbed muscle, sending waves of pleasure through me. It wasn’t just sexual. This woman’s touch was magic. It was exactly what I’d needed for a long, long time.
“How’s that?” she asked as she continued to rub and knead and drive me out of my mind.
My eyes popped open. Did I dare tell her the pain had eased? In fact, I could probably get up and go downstairs. We could hang out with the other guests and eventually head off to bed.There, I’d undoubtedly toss and turn all night, imagining what might have happened if I’d only dared...
“Maybe a little lower,” I said.
It was a bold move, I had to admit. This was where she’d remind me she was a professional, and she’d get up and stalk off, leaving me kicking myself for screwing it up.
In my fantasy, she’d have me unfasten my pants so she could access my ass muscle—or whatever it was called. Her hands would wander, and one thing would lead to another, and?—
“Take them off,” she said, removing her hands and adjusting behind me.
Wait... what? I must have misheard her. I shifted to look over at her, but she was staring straight ahead.
“All the way off?” I asked.
Way to blow it. I should have just dropped trou. Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission and all that.
“Yep,” she said, still not making eye contact. “Underwear too. If you’re comfortable doing that.”
Normally, getting naked in someone else’s house wouldn’t be my thing. Unless it could lead to sex. This could lead to sex.
I stood, removed my pants and underwear, and returned to my seat—all while keeping my back to her. I did that for one reason. If she saw my rock-hard dick, she might decide I didn’t need this lower back massage. But I needed it. I needed it—and her—far more than I’d realized.
4
JILLY
Gage had no trouble standing. He also seemed to easily bend over to remove his jeans and underwear and toss them aside. Had he been faking all along?
No, he couldn’t have known I was training to be a massage therapist. No one in Blackbear Bluff knew. Besides, “my back went out” was hardly foreplay.
As he resumed his seat in front of me, I shifted back to my original position. That was when I noticed how wet my panties were. No surprise since I’d just taken in this gorgeous guy’s naked backside.
He was pure perfection, and I got to touch him. Trying to focus on technique, I ran my hands over his lumbar triangle. His heavy breathing quickly resumed. Maybe he didn’t realize I could hear that. He definitely didn’t know what it was doing to me.
“How’s that?” I asked. “Lower?”
“Higher,” he said, “And to the left.”
The left was closer to his hip. Maybe his issue was there, and he just assumed he had back pain. That had been in one of my textbooks?—
