Page 14 of Demo

This is not a porno! Get your head out of the gutter! He’s a patient, not a porn star you can ravage!

As Demo followed her back into the room, though, she caught a whiff of his scent again and, damn, she was screwed. And definitely not in the fun way.

“Please remove your shirt,boots, socks, and pants. I’ll step out a moment to give you some privacy. I don’t know if you’re familiar with acupuncture or acupressure practices but I will need access to your entire body.”

The air in the small therapy room practically crackled at her words. Demo was not a shy man, but he did not have the sort of control over his body that he needed to remove his pants in front of her and not embarrass either one of them.

The room housed a sheeted massage bed, a heat lamp with a bendable arm, a rolling stand with cotton balls, needles, lotions, a flat looking green rock, glass bowls, and a lounge chair. Though there was a step stool to aid patients up and down from the bed, Demo would not be requiring such assistance.

Despite her offer of privacy, Demo stripped off his shirt and started to toe off his boots while her back was still to him. Thankfully his boots were loose enough that he didn’t need to struggle with the laces. How fucked up that he couldn’t even wear boots without needing to make accommodations for his shoulder?

Paige turned from what she was doing at the rolling tray, saw his naked chest, flushed a bright red, and spun back around.

Demo immediately regretted starting to undress already. He hadn’t meant to make her uncomfortable. Sometimes getting his shirt on and off was a challenge. It just made sense to have her here in case he needed assistance. He did not want to be Winnie the Pooh-ing it when she walked back into the room because he was unable to get his shirt off on his own.

“Sorry.” His voice came out a bit deeper than normal. He was aware of the effect he had on her. What she didn’t seem to be grasping was that she had just as much, if not more, of an effect on him.

“It’s fine.” Her words came out quickly. “I, uh, I usually just step out to give my patients privacy.”

“Never understood that.” Demo was desperate to make her smile again. He did not like seeing her flushed and anxious—even if it derived from arousal. “Why do doctors step outside to give us privacy to undress when they see us naked when they come back into the room anyway?”

There was a heavy second before he saw her shoulders start to shake. “Honestly,” she giggled, “I have no idea. I guess it’s just something that’s expected or it signifies privacy…” Paige shrugged and slowly turned back around. “Some people would feel uncomfortable undressing in front of their doctor, even if that doctor isn’t watching.”

Demo held her gaze as he flicked open the button of his dark blue jeans. His shirt and cut were lying on the massage table at his hip. “I take it you don’t watch then?”

Her cheeks blushed but she held her head up high this time. “Not generally, no.”

That didn’t mean she didn’t plan on watching now.

Demo lowered the zipper of his jeans. “What if a patient needed assistance out of his or her clothes? Would you help them undress?”

Her chocolate eyes seemed to darken and her breath hitched. “So far that hasn’t happened yet. Most of my patients know to wear loose clothing so they don’t have to disrobe. Because you’re wearing jeans, I need you to remove them completely.”

“Not sure I own any loose clothing.”

“I’ll buy you a pair of gray sweatpants,” she offered with a twitch of her lips that said the sweats were for her as much as they were for him. Her eyes trailed down his naked torso to his hand still on his fly.

Demo tipped his head to the side. There was no way she couldn’t see his erection, even with his hand where it was. He was a shower, not a grower. He didn’t need to be fully erect for his long cock to be noticeable. Like his body, his cock lacked width, but he was long. Very long. With her eyes on him, there was little chance of himnotgetting an erection regardless.

“I’ll take you up on that.”

His voice seemed to snap her out of her staring. Paige’s head rose so fast, he was surprised she didn’t lose her balance.

“What? Oh, um, just…” She looked around, her eyes landing on his shirt and cut. “I’ll just bring these over to the chair while you remove your pants.”

Still amused by her fluster, Demo dropped his pants down his long legs. His boxer briefs did nothing to hide his own arousal.

As Paige bent over to grab his boots, his eyes landed on her ass. Fuck. His cock wasnotgoing to behave during this session. Even the throbbing in his shoulder couldn’t seem to quell his libido.

“Sit up on the table please.” Demo did as instructed. Moving forward, Paige removed his white crew socks from his feet.

She paused at the sight before her. Glancing up, Demo shrugged his right shoulder unapologetically. “Lila likes to paint our nails.” He wiggled his painted toes for emphasis. “According to her, yellow is my color.”

He saw Paige bite her lips between her teeth in an effort to not laugh as she folded his socks together and then placed them on top of his other folded clothing.

Approaching the table, she came just short of touching her hips to his knees. “Stick out your tongue please.”

Demo blinked in confusion. Despite the tension in the room, he did not think Paige meant that request sexually. “Excuse me?”

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