Page 9 of Linc
Lincoln clearly notices the change in me and shoots up from the table.I try my hardest to not look at his member, but definitely catch a glimpse of it as he tries to reach over to me.The grim look on his face tells me all I need to know.
“That was a poor attempt at a joke.Sorry if it offended you.I guess you bring out the immature teenager in me and I forget myself and my brain.Please forget I even said anything.”
I know he didn’t mean any harm.Hell, he’s not the first one to ask about happy endings and I’m sure he won’t be the last.
Quirking an eyebrow, I playfully shake my finger up at him.
“Don’t do it again or I’ll have Bubba come in to show you all about happy endings.”I’m grinning by the end of my sentence and we both laugh.
“Bubba?Really?”
“He’s our security guy who watches the monitors and walks around the building.”I shrug.
Waving back towards the table, Lincoln turns and I watch his muscled butt retreat back to his spot on the table.
“I meant, do you have any areas that need more attention than others?Like your shoulders or lower back?”I resume my attention on his arch then switch to the other one.
He groans as he tells me his shoulders could use a little work then says, “You’re really good at this,” His voice is muffled as he’s face down.
“Thanks, I’ve had years of practice.”
Lincoln goes silent for a while as I make my way up his toned body.Every inch of this man is like a gift from God.He obviously takes pride in his workouts and what he eats.If you could create a perfectly sculpted body, this man right here would be the recipient of it.I can only imagine what his parents must look like.
The farther up his body I get, the more vocal he seems to be.The grunts, moans and groans have me checking the clock to see if our time is any closer to being done.I’m sweating up a storm and I’m finding it hard to keep my own moans to myself.My bottom lip is going to have a hole through it, as I keep clamping down on it to stop him from hearing me and my wayward thoughts.
“How do you feel so far?”I ask the usual question I ask all my clients.
“Fucking amazing,” he murmurs.
Now comes my biggest challenge.
“Ready to turn over?”
“God, yes!”He almost falls off the table switching sides.
I’m not sure why he is so relieved until I see the very large tent pitching the sheet up in his mid-section.
“Oh,” I can’t stop the words from slipping through my lips.
“Ignore him if you can.”I can hear the smile on his face but can’t stop looking at his bulge.
I quickly turn my back to him, trying to calm myself and give me a few seconds to get my professional-self back in order.I know if he saw my face, he’d be able to tell just what I’m thinking.
“Would you like an eye mask?Some like to have them on when they’re turned over to the back.”
“Naw, I think I’d like to watch the master at work.”He winks and my stomach does a flip.
How can one little gesture make me as nervous as a dog going in for a visit to the vet?Why do I feel like I have something to prove to this man?A man I only met twenty-four hours ago.
“So, Linc, what law firm do you practice at?”I ask but don’t look up from his shins as I knead them with my fingers.I need to focus on the task at hand or I’ll be distracted by other things going on with this handsome man on my table.
After a few groans he answers.
“Ahh, I work for myself at Thorne Law Firm.I started it about three years after completing law school.I did a few years as my father’s shadow before venturing off and doing my own thing.When Levi passed the bar, he came along and joined me and the team.”
Placing the sheet back over his lower leg, I move around the table and expose his other leg from under the thin fabric.I add more lotion on my hands and start to work above his ankle, giving him an excellent rub down.
“I like it.”
