Page 36 of Rook

“That, I’ll take,” I agreed.

She was quick to rush away. And I’m not proud of how my gaze followed, liking how short her pajama shorts were.

Honestly, I might have gotten more sleep the night before if I hadn’t been dealing with a hard-on that didn’t want to go away. Ever since I heard her go in and run a bath, filling my mind with the mental image of her peeling off her clothes, of her sliding into the water, of her tits pressing out, just begging to be touched, licked, sucked…

“Christ,” I sighed as my cock stirred to life again. And the damn sleep pants weren’t going to do much to hide the situation.

I heard the rattle of pills in the bottle as Tessa set them back in the cabinet. She came back out, stopping in the kitchen to make me a coffee, then came over to hand over the pills.

“Hopefully this helps. I will pick up an icepack when I do one of my jobs today,” she told me. “And maybe a heating pad. Sometimes that helps more.”

I wanted to tell her not to fuss. But I kind of needed an icepack if this was going to continue.

Or, you know, a new couch.

I’d held off because Nancy scrutinized every small addition to my place, asking me how I fit it into my budget, likely suspecting that I’d come into the money in a shady way.

Now, though, I had the excuse that Tessa could have bought something.

“I’d appreciate it,” I told Tessa as she went back to retrieve her own mug.

“Have you always had back issues?”

“Just since prison. I tweaked it once sleeping, and it’s acted up here or there ever since.”

Everything about her posture was screamingThis is why I wanted you to take the bed. But she didn’t actually say the words.

“Do you want me to see if I can rub it out?” she asked. Then, just as my mind went somewhere absolutely filthy, her eyes went huge, realizing what she’d said. “Like, the knot. If it’s a knot,” she rushed to add.

It wasn’t a knot.

But if a woman was offering me a back rub, I wasn’t going to turn that down.

“We could give that a try,” I said, scooting forward and turning so she could move in behind me.

The feel of her damn knee touching my lower back was enough to have my cock springing back to attention.

But thanks to being taller than her, she couldn’t see the problem as her hands went to my shoulders.

“I’m going to start up here and work my way down.”

Christ.

I knew she meant it in an innocent way, but there was no telling that to the need that was spreading through my system.

“Sounds good,” I said, hoping she didn’t hear the way my voice had gone thick.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

Then her fingers were sweeping, pressing. There were knots and tension that were tender to the touch, but she quickly worked it out and it wasn’t long before my chin was lolling to my chest and my eyes were drifting closed.

As her thumbs worked their way up from the tops of my shoulders to the base of my skull, a strange rumbling sound vibrated through me.

Spurred on by my response, Tessa inched closer, one of her legs going around the back of the couch and my body to get it out of her way as she reached.

And as she reached, her fucking tits teased over my back.

My hips shifted, making my cock rub hard against the material of my pants, dragging a groan out of me.

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