“Got a lot of tension back here,” he says. “Probably should work on that.”
Before I can answer, his hands knead the tension there, and I can not keep the moan from escaping my throat.
He chuckles. “Guessing that doesn’t hurt?”
I shake my head. “Fuck no. That feels amazing.”
His voice shifts just the slightest. “Good to know I can make you feel good.”
I want to tell him he’s always made me feel good. Doesn’t he know that?
I’ve been chasing the high Jordan Mackenzie gives me ever since he grabbed me by the throat and kissed me, since he wrapped those large arms around me and held me close.
Nothing and no one has ever felt as good as he does. Not even close.
But before I can say anything, he continues his onslaught, his hands sliding up beneath my shirt. Higher and higher.
I’m half tempted to ask him if he wants me to take my shirt off. It would be easier, no doubt.
But I also don’t want to break whatever is happening between us.
On some level, I know massage is part of the whole therapy thing, so what he’s doing isn’t out of the ordinary. But his focus should be on my injury. My back is a long way from my fucking knee.
“Good lord, when’s the last time you had a massage? You’re tight as hell.”
I think about it. “I don’t know. A couple years, I guess.” He continues to work my knots and it’s painful, but also it feels amazing.
But if someone walked in here and saw us? This wouldn’t be professional. There’d be no refuting that. The idea of someone walking in on Jordan and I has my cock throbbing.
“Are you uncomfortable?” he asks. “Am I hurting you?”
I hang my head, shaking it.
If only he knew how fucking hard he’s made me.
Yes, you’re hurting me, Jordan.
You hurt me so fucking good, I can’t stand it.
“Nope,” I lie.
He runs his hands down my back.
He taps the small of my back, letting me know he’s done.
“Time’s up,” he says.
I look up at the clock, realizing it’s been an hour.
A full hour of him touching me.
My cock is still hard as a rock, and when I get up, he’s going to notice. Fuck.
I look over my shoulder, noting his heated gaze. He smirks.
“Take your time getting up,” he says as he grabs his iced coffee, unlocks the door, and leaves me alone.
I bang my head against the table.
