Chapter Fifteen
After I squeeze out something along the lines of “affirmative,” he plops on the table, his powerful back on display. As I lay my hands on his thickly muscled calves, I lose the gift of speech—which seems to be fine with him, as he lies there contentedly. I begin the massage and realize he was right. I’m far from a professional, but even I can feel the tension in his leg muscles.
Taking a deep breath, I focus on fixing the problem in front of me, and not on whether I can do a little carpet bumping right here and now without him noticing.
“That’s nice,” he murmurs when I move my ministrations to his thighs—mostly because I really want to feel how hard they are. “Can you do my back too?”
“Okay.” I just barely stop myself from adding, “Massages are totally platonic and casu
