Page 12 of One Night

“Damn,” he grunts, leaning forward and resting his head on his bent hand. “That feels good.”

The back of his neck is warm, and I can tell right away where the pain is coming from. I move my hands on his shoulders and rub slowly, scratching my fingers up through his hair and onto his neck to relax the muscles surrounding the knot.

He groans under his breath. “Right there.”

Oh shit.

I dig into the knot with more pressure and flatten my thumbs to loosen the cords in his neck as I try to keep myself from salivating, though it’s not working. Currently, my clit is throbbing, and my rock-hard nipples are brushing up against his back as I lean into him. I’ve never noticed this with any other clients. Only this one.

“Shit,” he bends up from the table and stands, abruptly stopping the massage, “that felt really great.”

I swallow hard, noticing the unmistakable bulge in his jeans.

Oh God.

I glance away, my eyes wide. Too wide. I need to be cool. He’s not hard. He can’t be hard.

I glance back.Why did I glance back?

He’s hard!

“I can’t take and not give anything back.” He pulls out the dining room chair. “Sit down.”

“What? It’s okay… I’m good.”

“I’m sure you are, but I’d feel weird if I took a massage and didn’t give one back. Go ahead and sit.”

I’m pretty sure I could come just thinking about this man touching me. I’m not sure how my body is going to respond to his big, calloused hands. That said, there’s no way in hell I’m saying no.

I slide into the chair and lean forward, resting my head in my hands as his big, rough hands dig into the back of my neck. Right away, I feel his strength. His fingers are thick, and his grip exudes power and steadiness. The pads of his fingers are rough, reminding me of the years of hard work and silent challenges they’ve overcome. His thumb brushes the space behind the lobe of my ear. It’s an unexpected tenderness that sends a chill down my spine.

Softly, a sigh leaves my lips without permission, and he tilts my head to the side, cradling the weight of my skull in his hardened palm as he works one side of my neck and then the other.

“Feel good?” His voice is deep but quiet.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I can’t remember the last time I was on the receiving end of this.”

“It’s about time then.” He spreads his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. “You smell good, like flowers.”

“Thanks,” I squeak, barely alive. “You feel amazing.”

“You’re much better at this than me. I’m just… going with the flow.”

I moan under my breath as his hand catches a particularly tight muscle at the base of my neck.

“Good girl. Relax for me.”

Hold up. Did he just call me a good girl?

My body stiffens and my heart rate flies at the speed of light until I melt into some state of being that I didn’t know existed until right now. I’m pretty sure he feels it too. He feels me thawing. He feels my body giving into him. He has to. How else could I explain why he grips the back of my neck and turns me toward him? How else do I explain why he settles me on to the dining room table and leans into my lips with a growl low in his throat? How else do I explain the way he tears off the t-shirt I’m wearing, or the way he cups my breasts and licks each nipple? How else do I explain his teeth scraping against them?

My entire body is on fire. I’m not here anymore. I don’t know this girl. I don’t know her at all. My hands wrap around his strong shoulders, and my fingers weave through the tuft of hair on his chest.

We shouldn’t be doing this. I know damn well we shouldn’t be doing this. There are so many consequences. My father. Ellie. Everyone in town. I couldn’t handle it.

Also, I can’t stop.

He kisses my neck with a growl. “I think about you constantly, Nora.”

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