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He flipped me over and massaged the other side of my body, working up my thighs and then spending more time on my arms and shoulders. By the time he made it to my neck, I was more relaxed than a chicken at a vegetarian farm.

Asher moved back down to my thighs, digging into them. Slowly he spread my legs apart, thumbing circles into my inner thigh where the tendon is. My state of relaxation went up another notch.

And then his hands slid inward, caressing as well as massaging…

I let out a long sigh as his thumb gently circled my clit, first in passing, then with more intentional focus.

“I thought this wasn’t a dirty massage,” I muttered.

Even with my eyes closed, I could hear the smile in Asher’s voice. “I changed my mind.”

My body surrendered to his touches seamlessly. I moaned softly as he dug into my drenched lips, rubbing up and down with the same skill and care he’d given while massaging theotherparts of my body. I trusted Asher completely, and soon I was clenching my inner muscles around his fingers while he corkscrewed them inside of me.

By the time he lowered his tongue to my clit, I was halfway to oblivion. My breath quickened and I gently arched my back on the bed, giving tiny little bucks against his face. The faster he moved the quicker I breathed, until I was grabbing a handful of his golden hair and holding him against me while I cried out and shook with endless, erotic release.

He gently massaged my legs while I came down from my ecstasy-driven high, then laid on the pillow next to me with a smile on his face.

“I’m the one who should be smiling like that,” I whispered.

“Pleasing you makes me happy,” he replied.

“Your glasses are all fogged up.”

“I’ll clean them later.”

I rolled over and clung to his body, wishing he was nude instead of clothed. “What did I do to deserve that?”

“You had a bad day. You looked like you needed it.”

“No arguments here,” I said.

There was a sound down the hall in the kids room. I knew what was happening without needing to see it: Brady had picked up Cora and was carrying her around the room, pretending she was an airplane while chasing Dustin and Micah. Wearing the kids out before bedtime.

Thinking of them reminded me of the problem of tomorrow. “Do you have another nanny you can call to watch the kids?”

Asher frowned up at the ceiling. “There was Alice, but I’m certain she won’t come back after last time. Marian was good for a week, until we found out she was letting the kids run wild and eat candy while she watched The Amazing Race all day.”

“Isn’t there a nanny agency you can call?” I asked.

“Yes. But we have earned something of, um, a reputation. Nobody wants to work with the boys. That was part of the reason we hired you. We didn’t have many other places to turn to.”

I groaned. “I’ll cancel filming. Maybe they can move it.”

“Don’t do that,” Asher insisted, more forcefully than I expected. “This is your career. We’re leaving for The Weiman Agency around two. All we need is someone to watch them from then until you get back. They don’t even have to be a very good nanny, as long as theyactlike they know what they’re doing.”

The wordacttriggered an idea in my head. After a few seconds, I smiled.

“I think I know just the guy.”

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Heather

As I took an Uber to the filming location the next morning, I thought about what had happened last night. What I was doing with Rogan, Brady, and Asher was supposed to be just physical. Fooling around based solely on convenience, with no strings attached.

But last night felt different. Asher had taken care of me the way aboyfriendshould. He’d had a long day himself, yet when he came upstairs he put my needs above his own. And then, after his massage turned erotic, he didn’t expect anything in return.

I liked Asher. He was mature, calm, and thoughtful. Come to think of it, I liked all three of them in different, yet equal ways.

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