Page 34 of Pucking Secret

Silence falls between us again and I try not to let it bother me. Easier said than done. There’s also the fact that because I’m not struggling to come up with something to say to her, I can’t helpbut pay more attention to her hands and how good her massage feels.

My eyes wander along her body as she works. I try not to, but I can’t help but admire the swell of her breasts against her shirt, and the curve of her waist. The roundness of her hips…

I imagine gripping those hips and pulling her on top of me. Holding onto her as she grinds against me, her hair loose and wild around her face and her eyes dark with desire…

Fuck!

Clearing my throat, I sit up.

“That’s enough,” I quickly say. “My shoulder feels much better, thanks. I should get going.”

She frowns and shakes her head. “Hold on, I’m not done.”

“It’s fine,” I assure her, grabbing my jersey and yanking it back on. “Thanks. You’re a miracle worker.”

Releasing a huff of frustration, she replies, “No. Lie back down. I’m not going to let you out of here until I’m certain your shoulder doesn’t need further attention.”

I want to tell her no, that I’m okay, but I know I can’t be reckless with this strain. Ruining my shoulder will end my career.

There’s a small part of me that’s also a little excited that she’s taking care of me. I know she’s only doing her job, but having any sort of concern from her turned my way makes my heart race.

“Okay,” I grumble, laying back down to let her continue working. I’m struggling to keep my body under control. There’s just something about her touch—it’s like electricity shoots through me whenever her fingers come in contact with my skin. It was the same in high school, but somehow it’s stronger now because I haven’t experienced it in so long? Has my body been craving her touch all these years, and I didn’t realize it? My cock is getting hard and it’s difficult to hide that fact since I’mwearing athletic shorts not exactly designed for hiding boners. I do my best to subtly adjust myself with my free hand to try and hide how turned on I am.

I can’t help but notice that I’m not the only one affected by our proximity. As Stacey moves her hands over me, her breathing grows a little shallow and her eyes grow hooded and dark. Her fingers brush against my skin and linger just seconds longer than necessary as she works my shoulder. Her cheeks flush, and she runs her tongue along her bottom lip more than once.

She always used to do that when she wanted me to kiss her.

By the time the session is over, my blood is hot and my cock is aching.

“Now you’re good to go,” Stacey says.

I sit up, but I’m not ready for her to stop touching me. Instinctively, I reach out and grab hold of her hand. She freezes and looks down at where we’re touching.

“Owen, what are you?—”

Overwhelmed by my desire for her, I pull her closer and press my lips to hers in a hungry kiss. I can’t resist. This need for her is burning me up inside-out. I expect her to push me away, but to my shock, she responds positively. She gasps, her mouth opening beneath mine. Her hands slide up and around my neck, pulling me closer. I grip her waist, tugging her forward so she’s standing between my legs.

How is this happening right now? Am I dreaming? There’s no way Stacey and I are actually kissing right now. It’s been so long, and yet this feels like the most natural thing in the world. Kissing Stacey is just how I remember it, and yet, somehow, it’s so much more. More intense. More carnal. More pleasurable.

I don’t want it to stop. Slipping my hands around her, I grip her ass and pull her flush against me. I don’t care if she can feelmy rock hard cock pressing against her. I want her to know how much I desire her. How hungry I am for her.

“Stacey,” I murmur. “You taste so good?—”

Cupping my face in both her hands, she pulls my mouth back to hers. The kiss grows more heated, our tongues tangling, and my grip on her ass tightens as I tense to pull her up onto the table with me.

Before I can make a move, the sounds of voices outside the door penetrate our lustful haze. Stacey’s eyes go wide and she quickly disentangles herself from my arms. Clearing her throat, she looks around frantically, but I’m not sure what she’s trying to find.

“You’re, uh, cleared for practice,” she murmurs. “Just pay attention to the shoulder.”

“Right,” I nod, fighting the urge to reach out and pull her back to me.

Her cheeks are as red as her hair as she rushes out of the room without another word.

I take my time, adjusting my cock before getting off the table. Well, that just happened. Just as I’m reaching for my shirt, my phone buzzes. When I dig it out of my pocket, I see that it’s Gerald. Rolling my eyes, I ignore the call, and I head out of the exam room. I don’t see Stacey as I walk through the PT reception area, but I’ve no doubt she’s hiding from me.

Frustration churns through me as I head to the locker room to get ready for practice. My mind is spinning. The kiss… was so unexpected, but so fucking hot.

I’m in trouble. Big trouble. I’m not going to be able to stop with just one kiss. The whole wanting to at least be friends thing? Fuck that. I can’t just be friends with this woman. I will always crave more from her. The question is whether or not Stacey will allow it to happen again.

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