This can happen in rehab sessions. Once sometimes isn’t enough. I’ll book you in again for next Saturday morning. See if I can iron out some kinks. C xx
She stared at his words for a moment, frowning at the way her heart leapt at the offer of another meeting. No, not a meeting. A sex session. She might as well be honest with herself about what it was.
Her phone started to buzz. His name lit up the screen as she swiped to accept, lifting her phone back to her ear.
“Hey. Is your shoulder really hurting?”
Her lips curled up. It was nice that somebody cared. “It’s not that bad. Just twinges when I roll it backward. I think my days of pretending to be a windmill are over.”
Cam laughed. “You need to do some cold compresses. Do you have an ice pack in the house?”
“I think so. My son plays football, remember?” She had a whole first aid kit full of things to mend his scrapes and bumps. Plus Josh wasn’t exactly Mr. Graceful. “I just can’t remember if I put it in the freezer when we got here, or if it’s still in the box.”
“You can use a pack of frozen peas or beans instead. Wrap it in a thin towel and ice for twenty minutes. Do it a few times and see how it is in the morning. I can come over and look if you’d like.”
“I bet you could.”
He laughed again. “I’m being serious. I know a little about muscle injuries. And for the record, I’m fantastic at massages.”
“It’d be fun explaining to Michael why his coach is in my bedroom rubbing me down.”
“I could do it quietly.” Cam’s voice was sugary low.
“I’ll go with the peas. But thank you.” How the hell did he always manage to make her smile?
“Okay, but I was serious about next Saturday. I think we should schedule in a recurring appointment. It’s going to take a few sessions until you’re fully rehabilitated.”
“Are you scared I’m really going to sue you for ten thousand dollars?” Mia asked him, leaning back on the headboard, then wincing when her shoulder twinged.
“No, Mia, I’m not scared of being sued. And if I’m honest, you’d be worth every cent. Not that I’m planning on paying.”
“I wouldn’t take it anyway. This morning was a mutually beneficial transaction.” She pressed her lips together, remembering how good he’d felt inside her.
“Yes, it was. And I think we should do it again.”
“That’s a really bad idea,” she whispered.
“Why?”
“Because today was a one off. If we do it again, it means…” She sighed. “I have no idea what it would mean.”
“Maybe it means we had a good time and want to do it again,” Cam said, his voice soft. “And I know it’s just semantics, but technically you didn’t get under me.” He echoed Joanna’s words. “You were against me. Between me and the tiles, but not under me. So maybe we should remedy that. I’d hate for the rehab to fail.”
She was silent for a moment. The only sound in the room was the soft cadence of her breath.
“Mia? You still there?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“What about?”
“You,” she admitted.
“That’s good, because I’ve been thinking about you all day.” The low tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. “You want to know what I’ve been thinking?”
“I guess I do.”
“I’ve been thinking about how fucking beautiful you looked in my shower. How amazing you felt when you came all over my cock. And I’ve been driving myself crazy remembering how sweet you taste. I want to do it all over again.”