Page 3 of Aching for the Lumbersnack
“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.” Banks smirked with his eyes closed. When he opened them and looked in my direction, I nearly burst into flames. How did one look ignite so much feeling inside me? “I might get too relaxed, and I can’t promise I’ll be able to control myself in the dark.”
“Too relaxed? You just said you can’t relax at all.”
“How can I, with such a beautiful woman touching me?”
I chuckled politely. I didn’t like to flirt back or engage in any type of crossing the line behaviors with customers. It only set me up for failure. Business and pleasure never mixed well.
After a few more minutes of intense shoulder rubs, Banks finally relaxed, and I could deepen my touches.
“Do you use these wonderful fingers on yourself, too?”
I tilted my head to the side and stared at him, puzzled by his question. “What do you mean? Give myself massages?” I knew exactly what he meant, but two can play at this game.
“Kind of…”
I lifted my hands off his skin and placed them on my waist, a playful smile tugging at the side of my mouth. “I think this might be a bit of an inappropriate question.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Banks looked up at me from the massage table. “But I can’t help it around you.”
Heat flooded between my legs, and I squeezed my kegel muscles like I was a pro at the exercises, when really, I wanted to climb on top of this man and have my way with him.
Was his dick as big as his muscles?
How many times could I orgasm riding him?
His deep chuckle echoed around the room, and my eyes fell to his, which blazed with heat. “Whatever is running through that pretty little head of yours right now can’t be family friendly.”
I burst into laughter. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Okay, now it really is time to set some boundaries.
“Actually, I would. So please, enlighten me.”
“Not going to happen. Actually, I think I need to end our appointment a little early.”
Banks quickly scrambled into a sitting position, pulling the blanket over his lap without missing a beat. Naturally, my eyes fell to his lap, his erection noticeable beneath the fabric. “What? Why?”
Shit, this is going to be harder than I thought. Literally.
“It’s nothing against you. I set clear boundaries with my clients, so they know what to expect. We remain on a professional level at all times, meaning no flirting, no dropping little innuendos, and certainly no dating any of my clients.”
Banks’s shoulders fell, his body looking as if he had depleted it of air. “I figured that’s what you were going to say. I’m sorry if I got a little carried away. Can we at least finish the rest of the massage? I promise, no more flirting.”
“Of course. Lie back down. I have some lotion I want to try on those sore back muscles.”
Somehow, I made it through the rest of the appointment without stripping myself naked and climbing on top of him. It was one of the most difficult things I ever had to endure, but at the risk of losing my job, the clear boundaries were worth it.
I wiped my hands on a towel as Banks sat up for the second time, this time around fully massaged from his neck down to his lower back. He looked a lot more relaxed, despite still having an erection. A zing of pleasure ran through me knowing I did that to him. “Would you like to make another appointment to come back?”
Banks hesitated for a moment. “I want to. It’s just…”
“I get it. How about I recommend a few colleagues of mine? Sadie, who works here, helps a lot of the guys, and I can give you a brochure with a list of names.”
“Thanks. That’ll help.” Banks said as he got to his feet, his taut muscles on full display. He slipped on his cargo pants and his shirt and somehow, I felt as if I were witnessing a very intimate act, not just him throwing on some clothes.
“No problem. Have a good night.”
Banks finished with his sneakers and turned towards the door, his hand on the knob, before turning back towards me, an unreadable expression in his eyes. “You, too.” He said and offered me a side smile.
