Luke startled me when he twisted and tugged at my calf muscle. “Ahhh, you’re hitting the right spot. Shit, that feels good.” I was so far into my daydream, I forgot where I was. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to swear.”

“You can cuss. I won’t tell your mom,” he answered. “I’m glad it feels good. Another minute and I’ll be ready to work your lumbar region. Then I’ll have you roll over so I can finish up with the front of your legs.” Luke’s hands continued their ministrations up and down my leg.

*****

Luke

I wasn’t sure what happened, but I lost myself thinking about Alexa, used too much pressure, and hurt her. The smoothness and the pale ivory color of her skin hypnotized me. Coupled with working her adductors and abductors, and I was lost. Let’s just say she was wearing lavender lace panties today. I wanted to slide my hands under the sheet, slip a finger in her panties, and see if she was wet for me.

When I felt her body tense, I knew I needed to focus more on my actions, and less on my subject. The sight of her, practically naked on my table, made my head spin and my cock twitch. I needed to get out of the room and start drinking. Fast.

When she cried out I hit the right spot, all I pictured was my cock buried deep inside her, and as I found her g-spot, her screaming those exact words for everyone in a ten-mile radius to hear.

I removed the rice bags, revealing her dimples and tattoo, which were begging for my touch. God, she was gorgeous. I kept giving myself a pep talk. Just get through the next twenty minutes. Then you can get out of here, and drink your face off. Flirt with hot chicks all night and forget all about Alexa. Well, until next week when she comes in and drives you mad again.

After spending several minutes on my favorite piece of the female anatomy, it was time for her to flip. I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Time to roll over.” I inhaled her scent mixed with the oil from my hands, and it smelled like serenity.

After she rolled onto her back, I decided it was time to talk so my mind wouldn’t wander to places it shouldn’t.

“So tell me about yourself. What do you do for fun besides run?” I held her left foot in my hands, kneading the ball while waiting for her answer.

“My best friend, Addison, and I like to go out to eat at the different restaurants. We also try to see Broadway shows when they come to town.” She let out a small giggle as my thumb tickled the ball of her foot. “Wicked is my favorite so far. The music was incredible.”

Her voice held a sense of excitement that I found to be incredibly sexy.

“What made you want to be a massage therapist?” she asked in return.

“Well, when I was a horny twenty-one-year old, I wanted to be able to put my hands all over women’s bodies. I already had a business degree, but had no idea what to do with it, so I went to massage school.” I worked her toes as I answered. Her perfectly manicured purple toes made me want to suck on them.

“And…?” Alexa lifted her head off the table to look at me.

I was so lost in my thought, I forgot I was mid-story.

“Oh, and once there, I realized I actually liked using my hands to heal people. After a semester, I got my best friend Danny to start the courses. Then voilà, here we are today,” I said as I pointed her foot and worked the muscles.

“Owning your own business is tough work. Addison and I own our own company, too. We have it pretty easy since we’re the only employees and have very little overhead, but you have a big, successful operation here.” She made a little humming noise deep in her throat. “This place is amazing. You must be proud.”

My head snapped up from watching my hands, and my eyes collided with hers. I found a level of understanding shining back at me. I realized then that I could stare into her warm eyes all day, and drown in the sea of blue.

“Thank you. It was hard, but I wouldn’t trade it for one minute. I love what I do, and as much as I’m a business owner, I’m a therapist, first and foremost.” Now, that was what I was most proud about.

“And you get to put your hands all over women every day,” Alexa said with a huge smile on her face.

“Touché.” I grinned back at her and winked. “There is that.”

We talked the last few minutes of her appointment, and I enjoyed learning a little more about her. It usually took me a long time to get to know my clients, and typically, I didn’t share a lot about my life. Since Alexa would be coming in twice a week, and she needed to feel comfortable with me so her therapy was on point, I opened up about myself, as well. I was doing it all for the treatments. Yeah, that was it. It had nothing to do with the fact that I wanted her, both on and off my table.

“Okay, Lex. You’re all set for today. I’ll leave you to get up, and go grab you a glass of water,” I said.

“Thank you, Luke. My muscles feel great,” she said as I walked out the door.

I was not sure why her praise made me feel as if I was king of the world, but it did, more than any other client had. There was a connection.

One I needed to break before I got myself in trouble.

Chapter Five

Alexa

Leaving The Rub Down was an experience all its own. I stopped by the reception desk to confirm my next appointment while Addison looked at the merchandise in the shop.

“How was your time with Luke today?” Jessica asked after we checked the schedule for the following week.

“It was great. I’m really loving it. Thanks.”

“Glad to hear that. Have a great night, and we will see you next week.” Jessica wrapped up our conversation as the phone next to her rang.

When I turned to go find Addison, I ran straight into another client. She stood right on my heels, and I almost knocked her over.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t realize you were so close,” I apologized, even though she was in my personal space.

“Whatever, bitch,” she said under her breath.

I had no idea why she was so hostile, and no desire to find out, so I walked away to grab Addison.

As we walked out, I heard Jessica greet the woman with much disdain. “Hello, Theresa.”

We left the spa, and on the way home, Addison talked non-stop about how amazing Mark was. She claimed she had an orgasm, right on the table. I wasn’t sure I believed her, but then again, it had been a while since I had had one, so maybe I didn’t remember what one felt like.

When we got to the apartment, it was time to hop in the shower so we could eat dinner before hitting the bars. I needed to cut loose and enjoy an awesome night because my training schedule had overtaken my life. Every morning consisted of running, cardio, or yoga before I rushed off to dress the rich and beautiful. After a long day, I crashed on the couch to watch a show with Addison, and crawled into bed by nine o’clock, so when my alarm went off at five or six am, I was ready to go at it all over again. I had earned the chance to have some fun.

I washed off the oil Luke had worked into my skin. The smell of the essences filled the stall and brought me right back to his treatment room. As I moved my hands over my wet skin, I closed my eyes and pretended they were his. Gliding down over my stomach to the top of my mound, I paused, taking a second to understand what I was about to do. Before I overthought it, I slipped a finger between my folds, imagining it was Luke’s as he caressed me. He would pump it in and out, working me into a frenzy. I worked my clit at a frantic pace, moaning, and whispering, “Luke.” Supporting myself against the wall, I came hard and pictured his satisfied face smiling down at me. I realized I hadn’t had an orgasm in at least four months. How could I have forgotten how amazing it was? If I could come that fast and hard at just the thought of him, having him in the flesh might be too much to handle.