Page 67 of Fierce-Dane

“Are you busy enough for it?” he asked.

“We are,” she said. “And maybe I need to do a little less. I’m used to having no life, but I seem to be getting one.”

He leaned down and kissed her. “I’m glad you’re getting one.”

“Me too. Do I have to step out to let you undress?”

There was humor in her eyes. “You can stay. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”

She shut the door and went about turning on soft music as always and getting her oils out.

He undressed, but she wasn’t watching him do it.

Even if she was, he wouldn’t care.

“What do you want me to work on today?” she asked and turned. He was climbing in with his underwear on. “And I think we are at a point where you can take them off.”

She was laughing at him.

“I like that extra barrier,” he said. “More so now that I don’t have to worry about holding back my reaction to you.”

“All the more reason to take them off,” she said. “But you can keep them.” She’d let out a loud mock sigh.

What the hell? He dropped them down and laid them on the bench with his pants.

“Happy?” he asked.

“Always,” she said. “But you didn’t tell me what you wanted and since you’re on your back I’m going to guess your legs to start, then your shoulders and arms?”

“Sure,” he said. He knew the longer she touched him the more he’d react so might as well start out front up.

“Sorry about my staff,” she said. “But I did warn you.”

“It’s fine,” he said. She moved around to the top of him, behind his head, her slick hands sliding under his back to feel around. “How about a kiss?”

“Oh,” she said. “My clients shouldn’t ask for that.”

He felt his face blush and she laughed at him but leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

“Sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have asked for that.”

“You’re tense,” she said, smiling bright. He didn’t remember her smiling like this before with the other massages.

Or maybe he just felt this huge connection to her on more than a physical level.

“I didn’t think I was.”

“Relax,” she said. “The door is closed. No one will come in. You’re no different than any other client to them.”

“I don’t think they feel that way,” he said drily.

“They will get over it fast enough,” she said.

She was talking and moving like she always did over his body.

“Did you eat already?” he asked.

“I did,” she said. “I brought leftovers in that I didn’t get to eat at lunch and had right before you showed up.”

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