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“Now dig in with your fingers, like this.” As Mr. Simmons modeled the movements, she kneaded the smooth muscle, her hands tiny compared to Cole’s large body. He was the ideal specimen of masculinity, a sculpture crafted by a master. Even the scar did nothing to distract from the perfection – if anything, it added to his danger.

At first, he showed no reaction, yet as she moved lower, he jerked with a slight intake of breath, betraying her effect on him. She deepened the massage, traveling up his muscled back to his thick shoulders, and warmth spread throughherbody, pooling in places it had no right to be. He was all man, and, despite her protests, massaging him was anything but a chore. She fought the urge to touch more, parts she should definitely not be thinking about. Parts she should not remember with such clarifying detail.

Sweat broke out on her brow.

“That’s enough,” Cole said lowly. Had her desire been obvious? His penetrating gaze revealed the answer. “I need time to massage you.”

Where had the oxygen gone?Sarah wrenched her hands back, covered her haste by cinching her robe tighter. “Maybe that’s not such a good idea–”

“Aren’t I going to get a turn?” Cole hefted himself off the table in one smooth movement. He stood over her, his bare chest only inches away.

She should say no. Must say no. And yet somehow she was nodding and climbing onto the table. The jostling caused her robe to open… she snatched at it, but it was too late. His eyesdarkened as he got a glimpse of pink curves and bare angles. Heat burned every inch as she shifted onto her stomach.

A tube squeaked as he squirted oil on his hands, then light slapping as he rubbed them together. The masseuse said something, but she couldn’t focus on his words, not as Cole’s firm hands splayed across her back. He traced her lines, plying the soft flesh like a maestro crafting an opus. He massaged deep into soft tissue, turning her body to jelly. With every movement, he branded her; with every touch, he possessed her. A thousand minutes could’ve passed or more. Then a new voice joined the fray, and the sound of fabric rustling, as Mr. Simmons left the tent. Which meant she was now alone. With Cole. With his hands on her naked back.

She remembered what happened the last time that happened.

“No!” She shot up. Yet she did so without thinking, far too fast, not realizing the robe had already come down around her arms. She tried to grab it, but it was too late. The robe fell to the floor, and she stood before Cole. Completely and utterly…

Exposed.

CHAPTER 7

Sarah Sloan’s Review

Cole Carter’s Massage:100 (trillion) stars.

Would recommend. Well, actually, I don’t want someone else getting it. So stay away.

Bonus Review

Standing nearly naked before Cole Carter: 0 stars.

Would not recommend. Most embarrassing thing to ever happen (including depilatory cream incident.) If faced with this, consider fleeing, becoming invisible or turning into a cactus.

Cole stared at the woman before her.

The literal woman, for without the robe, she could hide nothing. She was fully presented to him, except for a small pair of lace panties that did nothing to defend her secrets.

She was glorious.

Just as she stood frozen, he couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away. At the moment, he was very much a lion, wanting to take, to touch, topossess.

She was perfection. He’d already known this, had seen her before, and yet seeing her again reminded him anew. Her skin was pink and flushed, creamy, flawless and smooth. Her body was curved in all the right places, with fleshy breasts just the right size. Her waist was fit but flared out to beautiful hips and lean smooth legs. Yet despite her exposure, her face remained the most striking of all. With silky black hair, rosy cheeks and deep sapphire eyes, she looked like a goddess.Hisgoddess.

The rustling of a curtain shattered the silence, casting a fierce stab of disappointment. Sarah jumped and somehow managed to don the robe before the masseuse made it back into the room.

“Sorry about that. The festival coordinator needed to discuss my next session.” Mr. Simmons halted, looked back and forth between flushed faces. “Are you finished? Because there’s more tim–”

“We’re done!” Sarah yelped.

A sharp stab of disappointment tightened the muscles she’d so recently plied. He hadn’t expected such desire when he touched her, or possessiveness, longing and a sense of rightness. She might be done, but things between them were just getting started.

Mr. Simmons frowned. “Okay, then. Would you like us to turn around so you can get dressed?”

“Actually, would you mind stepping out?” Sarah responded kindly to the masseuse. She turned to Cole, and her eyes blazed. “You, too.”

He smiled and…

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