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Light membership on what I make as a massage therapist. Not with rent being so high here in D.C. It

was a stroke of luck that I was even given this contract position.”

Klara opens her mouth as if to cut me off, but I jump in, not letting her get a word in just yet.

“It doesn’t matter how tired I am. It doesn't matter how worn out I am. I will not do anything to

jeopardize my chance at being in this club. It’s my lifeline. The thing that keeps me going. Besides, I

don’t work again until Wednesday; so if I’m worn out after tonight, I can just sleep in on Sunday. It’s

hard work, but it’s fulfilling. It’s giving of myself. It shows that I’m truly worthy of being here. If I

could do more, I would.”

She shakes her head, a sympathetic expression crossing her face. “I’ll have a double shot of

espresso waiting for you when you get done. Deal?”

Giggling, I bump my shoulder back into her, keeping my hands clean for my massage. “Deal.”

As I walk away, heading back to my massage space, my stomach twists and turns. It’s half nervous

energy and half arousal. Try as I might, I can’t seem to tamp it down. As long as I keep my strokes

professional, then all will be well. Taking a deep breath, I knock on the wood and wait for Master

Aiden to say he’s ready.

I slip inside and let my eyes adjust to the dimmer lighting. He’s exactly how I asked him to be—

face down and under the linens. Looking up, I shoot off a quick thank you to the universe as I grip the

edges of the sheet and pull it up to cover his back.

Though I try to ignore it, the swell of his ass causes my mouth to water, even under the sheet. I

knew it looked good in his suit pants but seeing it like this with just a thin scrap of fabric between it

and I, I have to admire it. His body is a thing of beauty, and I can’t wait to dig into those muscles that

ripple with every breath he takes.

Resting my left hand on his lower back and my right hand in between his shoulders, I take a deep

breath, grounding myself and starting the session. He didn’t specify any areas for me to work on, but

all my clients love a good shoulder massage. Tucking the sheet around his hips, I pull the top part

down, revealing his smooth, muscular back.

I could teach classes using his body as a model. His trapezius and rhomboids dip down towards

his spine, clearly defined, and just begging for my touch. Reaching down, I pull out my massage oil

holster and click it around my waist before pumping some lubricant onto my hands.

Starting at his shoulders, I ease the oil onto his back, covering the entire surface. I start light at