Page 51 of Shot Taker

“Giving you a massage.”

“You could do it in the tub.”

No, I can’t.

When I start touching her in the jacuzzi, feeling her slippery curves, it’ll be that much harder to hold back.

Desire got the better of me last time. She’s giving me another chance, even if she wouldn’t call it that, and the hardest part will be winning her heart.

I’m committed. This is the most important game I’ve ever played, and nothing’s getting in the way of my victory.

It’ll be like rehabbing my knee.

Slow and steady.

One step at a time.

My fingers start at the base of her neck, pressing in deep. I work my way down her back, taking my time and kneading out knots as I go. Her skin is soft and warm under my touch, and she moans softly.

“Too hard?” I ask.

“No. You’re really good at that.”

My cock twitches, and I tell it to calm the fuck down.

I focus on her, rubbing tiny circles with fingers that are huge against her delicate muscles and bones. I press my thumbs into the small of her back and work my way up to her shoulders. She sighs in pleasure, tilting her head back until it rests against me.

“How’re things with your sister?” I ask.

Nova frowns. “You want to talk about Mari right now?”

No, but I want to know how Nova’s life is going and her sister is part of that.

“Okay. Things are better than they were when I got here.” She fills me in, ending on, “Except…it was Mari who set me up on that date.”

Course it was.

My shoulders tense. “Want me to tell her to stop?”

Nova laughs softly. “I let her know I wasn’t looking to date right now.”

Satisfaction reverberates through my body, until I realize maybe that policy extends to me.

“How was the road game?” she asks under her breath.

“Tough,” I admit. “But no back-to-backs this week at least.”

I move my hands to her arms, kneading in slow circles. My fingertips find their way along the length of her neck, trailing feather-light touches that induce a shiver from head to toe before settling into a steady rhythm at the base of her skull that has her sighing with delight.

With each stroke, Nova relaxes more and more.

“Get in. Please,” she sighs.

“Why?”

“I want to giveyoua massage,” she says, her voice dragging along my spine with wicked precision. “The kind you can’t get anywhere else.”

“I can get any kind I want,” I tease.

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