Best friend?I want to strip this poor man down and do wicked things to his body and have him do the same to me.
A heated vision of him spread out on the massage table and me riding him hard pops into my head and isn’t helping me maintain my composure at all.
I need to nip this in the bud, stat!
Going to the table, I pull back one crisp white sheet, showing him that there are two. “Let’s start by having you remove your robe and lying face down on the table. You’ll get between the linens, leaving your back exposed. From the waist down you’ll be draped. I’ll be primarily working on your shoulders and back per your request on the intake form.”
His eyes widen, his black pupils enlarging, and some heat flickers over his face. It’s so brief, I’m sure I’m imagining it.
What I’m not imagining is how stunningly built he is as he shrugs off his robe. Swiftly, I turn my back, my face burning while desire thrums through me.
I go through the motions of ensuring everything is properly set up. Endless hours of repetition mean I can do this even with my mind a million miles away.
In reality, only a few feet separate me from what occupies my thoughts. My fingers tingle, knowing that soon I’m going to be touching and exploring all that gloriously bare skin.
This is so wrong!
A few times over the years, I’ve had to terminate a client session because of inappropriate behavior. A man popping a boner isn’t a big deal. It happens a good fifty percent or more with male clients. No harm, no foul. We ignore it and continue with the massage. It’s the ones that have flat-out asked if I provide a happy ending service that have needed the boot.
I never dreamed that one day I would be the one on the other side of things and having to worry about misconduct on my part. Biting down hard on the inside of my cheek brings a shock of pain and sends a much-needed bit of clarity to me.
Even though this is my first time experiencing it, I’m not the first therapist to go through an attraction to a client. I’m a professional. I can handle this.
I hear the swish of the sheets as Matt gets arranged on the table.
“All set?” I ask, happy with how steady my voice is.
“I guess so,” he says with another chuckle.
His deep and husky voice has my throat tightening up and I must swallow a few times before I can speak. “Great. Let’s get started.”
He’s just another guy.I think, turning around.
Just another guy.I repeat when my hands make contact with his warm skin.
I am so screwed!Pounds through my head when his clean and enticing scent invades my senses and it’s all I can do not to lean closer just to breathe him in.
CHAPTER TWO
MATT
Don’t get an erection. Don’t get an erection.That’s my current mantra while Tricia’s strong fingers knead and rub at the knots in my shoulders.
“You are really tense,” she comments, digging in a little deeper and forcing a grunt from me.
My stubborn dick stays half-hard, keeping me on edge and therefore tense even under the ministrations of her skilled hands.
After Jared raved about the extra extension in his backswing following massage therapy, I made an appointment. I don’t care about my golf game. What concerns me is how stiff I am most evenings when I come home from work.
It wasn’t always like this. Middle age and putting in the sheer number of hours that I’ve been for the past two years have taken their toll. Hopefully that will ease now that we’ve added another partner to the practice.
Lord, I hope so. I wince when Tricia hits another knot.
“You said you’re an orthodontist?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice sounding hoarse even to my own ears. My sense of timing has never been the best, but leave it to me to truly goof things up.
In the almost three years since my divorce was finalized, I haven’t had more than a passing interest in women or dating. Lack of time and, to be honest, lack of trust. Tricia walks into the room and it’s like the blinders have been lifted from my eyes.