“Shiatsu massage. I have it done after shows. Reduces the stress of touring.”
“I’m going to call you Mr. Magic Hands.”
“Oh, so you think that is good?”
He lowered my feet. My mind protested the loss of his hands.
“Sit up.”
In my relaxed state, I almost couldn’t, but he helped me and then settled behind me. Without a sound he started working my shoulders, loosening them with his skillful touch. His fingers wandered up my neck.
“You are tight. It’s a wonder you don’t have headaches.”
Rory’s ministrations made me light and floaty. I relaxed into him. So much so, that it wasn’t until he shifted that I felt his hard cock pressing into my back.
He drew in a sharp breath.
“You are so sexy,” he whispered into my ear.
I am going to Hell because I can’t stop thinking sexy thoughts about my clients. All they have to do is manhandle me a little bit, and I’m ready to go all the way. But right now, the front of the red duster pooled on either side and Rory is kneading my breasts with his hand. His touch is divine, and I’m in heaven. Both hands now command my nipples, and I arch my back in response. Can you come from a breast massage? I just might.
The place between my legs throbs against my too tight jeans and I thrust my hips forward seeking friction. Rory’s hands kicked up the simmering sexual frustration of the past few days, and dear LordI need it. Now. I want a man’s cock between my legs, and damn it, if Rory Holmes will give me his, I’m going to take it. I twist my head toward his offering my lips, and he lowered his head.
The doorbell sounds, startling both of us.
“What the hell,” I roared. “What is it now?”
“Don’t answer,” said Rory.
And at first I’m tempted, but then someone pounds on the door with the force of a battering ram.
“I’ll make whoever it is go away,” I said. Pushing away from the couch, I stalked to the front door and peeked at the security screen there.
What the? Cole Kane pounded on the door, and shockingly, Jersey Dys gets out of a black Jaguar, and then lastly, Tobias steps out of his gray Aston Martin Vanquish.
“Holmes, you bastard,” said Cole. “Get the hell out here.”
