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“How are you still single?” She whispers, shaking her head.

“Well, I thought I wasn’t.” I frown at her. “Aren't you my girlfriend?”

“Definitely. I'm not giving you up now, but how were you not already taken?”

“Maybe I’ve always been waiting for you.”

Chapter 12

Sophia

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” Pecker asks softly as I lay on his bed.

He took his time turning his bed into a makeshift massage table. He rolled up a towel to make a spot for my face to sit in. He turned his back as I stripped down, and had a spare sheet laying across the bed so I could slip under it and stay covered up the entire time.

I never imagined happily getting naked the first chance I got some alone time with Pecker, but I'm really excited about this massage. I can't wait to see what he can do.

“Yes, I trust you. You can turn around.”

He grabs a bottle of something out of his bathroom and comes over to his bed. I'm lying in the center of the queen mattress and patiently waiting for his hands to land on me.

Slowly rolling the sheet from my shoulders down to my waist, he folds it, making sure to keep my butt covered. He spreads lotion over my skin and begins massaging me.

“Holy crap,” I groan. “You’re really good at this. I think this is the greatest massage I’ve ever had.”

“I'm glad. Though I didn’t think about how difficult this would be with you on my bed. You’re hard to reach.”

“Do you want me to move over?” I lift my head out of the towel cradle and peek over my shoulder at him.

“Are you comfortable if I sit on the bed?”

“Peck, I'm comfortable with whatever you want to do. I trust you. I know you’re not going to do something I don’t want.”

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“For what?”

“Trusting me. Being amazing. Letting me touch you.”

“Well, it’s not a hardship for me when your hands are this amazing.” I chuckle. “Plus, I’ve never had such a hot guy touch me.” I drop my head back into the towel as he climbs onto the bed and settles next to me.

His fingers knead and soothe my sore muscles. He moves up and down my back, making me groan over and over again. When he gets to my lower back, he stops.

“You’re really tight here. Are you ok if I massage down into your butt? I don’t have to.”

“Please do.” I love how he keeps stopping to make sure I'm ok with what he’s doing. He’s such a sweet guy and doesn’t want to do anything to make me uncomfortable.

He digs his thumbs into my flesh and moves from my lower back, down into my butt cheeks. I didn’t realize how tight I was, but now that he’s massaging me there, I can feel it.

He moves onto my legs, uncovering them and tucking the sheet between my legs. His skilled fingers ease all of my tight muscles and make me wish this could be a daily thing.

“Do you want to flip over?” He asks quietly.

“Only if you aren’t tired of this,” I murmur sleepily.

“Do you really think I’d get tired of touching your naked body?”

“Possibly?”

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