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I had to see what she looked like, so I pretended I had to resituate myself and raised my head up off the table and glanced over to see the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen standing beside me.
There was a full-length mirror on the wall that gave me a full view of her as she stood over me, wearing an all-white outfit that looked like something a yoga instructor might wear.
Her physique was flawless.
My eyes traced every single line of her body, all the way up from her pedicured feet to her succulent thighs and baby-makin’ hips to her tiny, flat waist to her beautiful breasts, thin neck…
…and that face.
I swear to God, she had the face of an angel. Pouty little lips that were glistening with lip gloss and had me resituating myself against the table, a little button nose, and beautiful, big blue eyes like a doll, with a thick mane of brunette curls spilling down her long neck and collarbones.
I’d said it before, but I was thinking it again immediately: This girl was a goddess.
There was no way she didn’t notice me checking her out, but I didn’t move my eyes. I shifted again, trying to make room for my rapidly expanding bulge, and although she did her best to remain professional, I saw something in her eyes before she looked away, took hold of my neck, and turned my head back down into the cradle.
“If you don’t stay like this,” she scolded me, “I can’t do my job. You want me to do my job, don’t you, Trent?”
Oh, I want you to do something…
She leaned down and started in again on my back, but she was much closer this time—so close that I could feel her thigh pressing against my upturned hand.
Does she want me to touch her back?
Her soft curls brushed against my shoulders as she leaned in and began massaging me again, only this time her technique was somehow different. There was something else now…
…sensuality.
And there was no mistaking it.
Gently, so gently that it was almost as though it didn’t happen, I curled my fingers against her thigh. The stretch fabric of her pants was so thin it was almost like it wasn’t there.
So soft…
And Kylie didn’t pull away.
I did it again, harder.
There was no mistaking it this time. She had to have felt that and she knew what I was doing, but she didn’t back away.
“So, what’s this gridiron?” she asked. “Are you like…a construction worker?”
She saw my face, I thought. She still doesn’t know who I am?
“You’ve never heard of the gridiron before?” I asked.
She took her hands off me and I almost turned around again to see what she was doing, but that’s when I heard the sound of a squirt bottle and her rubbing lotion between her hands.
“Must be guy stuff,” she replied.
I was going to answer, but that’s when Kylie pressed her slick hands against my skin and applied more pressure.
“Mmmm,” I groaned as she dug in. Her thumbs ran across the knots in my back and I inhaled deeply, filling my nostrils with her sweet scent. I could feel the heat of her body against mine and I started to swell against the table so much so that I had to angle my hips up a little bit to make room.
Kylie noticed.
“Well whatever you do,” she said sweetly, her voice like honey dripping off her tongue. “It sure gave you a booty that Beyoncé would be jealous of.”
I had to turn around at that one, but as I tried to look back at her, she grabbed me by the neck again and turned my head back down.
