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"Mm…" she groaned and pulled herself away. She lay on the bed used for examinations. "My thighs hurt. Help, please?"
I cracked my knuckles and got ready to dig in. "It's not love if I can't help the one I care about when she's in pain."
"Just get over here," she demanded and started to kick her feet.
"Whatever you say," I smirked as I walked over to her.
She wasn't wearing her lab coat any more, just a sexy dress that hugged her body nicely. It stopped a few inches above her knees. I placed my hands on her calves, pressing and kneading gently. It was almost unreal how soft her body was. I continued my massage while she hummed a relaxing tune. I recalled she complained about her thighs, so I decided to focus on them. I moved my hand upward and under her dress. Her soft flesh sinking into my hands easily was bliss.
"How come you're good at this?" she asked.
"Practice," I replied.
"With other women I presume?" she asked.
"I was a different man back then," I answer honestly. "Trust me. It's all in the past."
"I know," she said. "In a way, I feel bad for them, I'm sure most of them would have wanted to be in a relationship with you."
"If I were Ian or Ben, then yes," I said. "Ultimately, none will want to be with a clumsy man."
"Their loss. My win," she said proudly. "You may be hopeless sometimes, but you're the man I fell in love with…with everything that's wrong with you and right with you."
She said I was the one who didn't hesitate to say what I felt! At that moment, I was glad that I was a clumsy person. I wouldn't have met someone like her if I were… normal.
"Thank you, for loving all of me," I said. "It feels nice being talked about like that."
"Don't thank me," she remarked.
"I still feel like I have to," I said and leaned in, planting a kiss on the back of her thighs, making her body tense up.
"Silly you," she said as I lifted her dress to reveal her underwear.
I swallowed and got to work on her ass, kneading gently. I heard her whimper, but she covered her mouth immediately to make sure I didn't hear it.
"Ahem, about the hospital, you meant what you said about not wanting to buy it anymore?" she asked.
Changing the topic to hide the shame, aren't we?
"I meant it," I replied. "But I have to ask: if you really want to make this place succeed, wouldn't allowing me to buy it make things better?"
She was quiet, swaying her hips gently.
"I'm sure it would be easier, but I don't want it that way," she replied.
"Want to tell me why?" I requested as I spread her cheeks and continued the kneading.
"It's a deep conversation, so you might want to pause the massage a little," she suggested.
I sat on the bed and covered her up, "I'm listening."
Stacy
Although the massage was causing a different reaction (the kind that would demand he be inside me, instantly), this was a serious moment.
I started to narrate my reason.
When I was a kid, my mother would tell me about how she always wanted to start her own hospital. She had worked for it and met someone who bought into the dream. That someone was my father. With the two of them working together, she was able to build the hospital of her dreams.
