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“Ha ha,” he said.

She laughed and leaned over to kiss his shoulder. “I meant thin or skinny people whose hip bones protrude. Not the other kind of bone, though I’m flattered.”

Good thing he was face down so she couldn’t see his embarrassment over that statement.

But at least lying down now he didn’t have to worry about hiding what he was feeling while she touched him.

It made him think of the massage she’d given him at her house a few weeks ago. Just an informal one that was more sexual than medicinal.

She got to work on his back and they chatted like they normally did only this time it was much more personal and relaxed. As if they were on a date but they weren’t.

“Are you done?” he asked when she was tucking the sheets around him and then lightly patting all his muscles. He knew that was routine at the end of the massage and it felt as if the time flew by.

“I am,” she said. “Why don’t you roll over?”

“You’re not leaving the room like you normally do for me to get dressed?” he asked. He knew he was sporting some serious wood and wanted to calm down.

“Sure,” she said. “But I’ll be right back.”

She left the room and he sat up and took a deep breath.

Yep, that was a mistake to not have any clothing on for this.

It was as if she did that on purpose.

He looked at the clock and saw it was a few minutes before eight and they’d been in here much longer than his ninety minutes.

He was standing up to get his clothing when she came back in and shut the door. He sat back on the bed quickly to try to cover himself wondering if someone else might have seen him that was walking by.

The look on her face with the smile added had him curious, but not as much as her pushing him back onto the bed to lie down.

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“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Everyone is gone. Colleen was just upfront waiting for me on her phone to check you out. I told her to leave and that you were getting dressed now.”

“But I’m not getting dressed,” he said, eying her.

Sloane couldn’t believe she was doing this.

What a difference massaging a man you were in a relationship with, even in your place of business.

“Nope,” she said, flinging the sheet back. “The doors are locked. No one can come in here.”

She’d locked the door to the room too, but no one had a key to the building other than her, Heather and Kaitlyn.

“And what are we going to do?” he asked.

“What I’ve been dying to do since I knew you were struggling to control your body. Maybe I didn’t want you to.”

“I started to think that,” he said. She got on the bed and straddled his hips. “Couldn’t you get in trouble for this?”

He was laughing when he asked it. “Only if someone reported me,” she said. “Are you going to?”

Her hand wrapped around his cock. It was still nice and firm and exactly where she wanted it to be.

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