Page 56 of Rinkmates

“You’re going to have to sit on my ass if you want to do this properly,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by the cushion.

“Bossy much?” I tease, shifting my weight and lowering myself onto him. The moment I sit down, I feel a shiver run through him.

“What’s that you’re watching?” I ask, trying to sound casual while my entire body tingles.

“New mystery series on Netflix,” he replies, swallowing hard. “Thought I’d give it a try.”

My fingers tremble.

Damn it, why I’m suddenly this nervous? It’s just a massage…

“Want to watch?” he asks.

“Sure,” I say.

He presses Play and I start to knead the muscles in his shoulders, eliciting a deep murmur from Riley. At the sound of it, everything tingles between my legs.

Oh no. I’m in hell. A sexy hell.

“Jesus Christ, this feels good,” he says, relaxing under my touch.

I start to wonder if he sounds like this when he fucks—wait. Stop. I don’t wonder. No. I neverwonderabout things like that.

I chuckle nervously, working my fingers deeper into his tense muscles.

Each knot I unravel brings another appreciative sound from him, making my heart race a little faster. He’s so fine, it’s not even funny.

I take a breath. And then another.

I’m not sure how, but I manage to keep it together and look professional, sort of. And when I finally get to the spot that’s been bothering him so much, I do my best to knead it out, just like the physiotherapist always did when I had a pinched muscle. Eventually, Riley sighs in relief, his whole body relaxing beneath my hands.

“Wow. That’s it. I can actually move now. You’re amazing,” he says, his voice still a little strained. “Maybe you missed your true calling.”

“Ha, yeah, right,” I laugh, trying to play it cool.

My hands continue to glide over his back, even though he said I’d already fixed it. I don’t want to stop. Instead of pulling away, my touch softens, becoming gentler, more…intimate. I can’t help but trace the lines of his muscles, savoring the moment.

Just like that, I skim through daydreams I’d never let myself fully acknowledge.

Every caress feels like a confession, each touch a tiny secret I hadn’t meant to share. The closeness makes my heart race, and a stupid grin spreads across my face. Touching him feels like the warm rays of sunshine on a summer day.

Why does his body feel so fucking good?

He sighs.

I sigh.

And then I realize what I’m doing.

My jaw is on the floor.

I’m groping Riley Huntington!

“Okay, I think you’ve paid your debt,” Riley says suddenly, his voice hoarse.

“Um, yeah, okay.” I quickly scramble off him, cheeks burning.

He sits up gingerly, adjusting himself and clearing his throat while I scoot to the far end of the couch.

---