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Hot damn. I could not wait to dig my fingers into that.
I shook myself and quickly crossed to pull the curtains and give the room a dark, intimate atmosphere.
“Would you like some music?” I asked in a low soothing voice that came out a bit more gravelly than usual.
“No.” Deacon’s chin was resting on the edge of the circular pillow, but his eyes were closed, clearly trying to relax.
I nodded, set up the oils, washed my hands, and got to work.
Massaging was an art, and the techniques were as varied and different as the bodies we serviced. Sometimes, overly muscled physiques could be difficult because there was a lot of hard unyielding tissue to get through.
I started on Deacon’s shoulders and found, though he was extremely tense, the muscles underneath were pliant enough.
As I suspected, most of his tension lay in the tops of his shoulders and his neck. It was a curse of type-a personalities everywhere. I spent a few minutes there, digging in hard and listening to his pleased grunts.
Then I slowly worked my way down, hitting pressure points along the way. All his problem areas were indicative of long-term stress.
“Yes,” he murmured at a few points. “Right there. A little harder.”
I swallowed through my dry throat and did exactly what the man asked. “How does that feel?”
He murmured something in response and shifted against the table. The creak of his weight resettling against the table shot a fission of heat through me.
And that was when I realized I was getting an erection.
I said it before, and I’ll say it again: I am a professional. This does not happen. Touching people and bringing them relaxation and pleasure is a facet of a job, and I am very good at it. Besides, most clients are easy to disassociate from.
There was something about Deacon that pushed all my buttons. He wasn’t loud, he wasn’t fake pornographic in that way that clients sometimes got. His little noises of pleasure were deep and genuine, and I found myself lingering on areas just to hear his reactions.
Get a grip. He is going through a divorce to a woman, I told myself, but my dick didn’t want to hear it. I wanted to climb on top of the table and really dig in.
With iron control, I moved on to his arms, past thick biceps, down to his hands. A lot of businessmen and office support workers carried tension and lingering pain in their wrists and fingers. Deacon was no exception. He didn’t grunt, but his little sigh of appreciation was like music to my ears.
His face was completely down in the ringed pillow, but I kept my hips turned away, just in case.
At the end, I rested my splayed hand on his mid-back. The man looked all but asleep. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for being such a good massage therapist.
“Do you want me to help you to your bed?” The question was entirely innocent. People’s muscles sometimes turned to jelly after coming out of a state of deep relaxation.
I felt him tense slightly, undoing some of the good work I had just done.
“No. I’ll take a nap here.”
“Of course.” I lifted my hand, gathered up the oils as quietly as I could, and made my way out of the villa.
Once the door was shut, I leaned against the other side, letting out a long breath and then glaring down at my traitorous erection.
After a few deep calming breaths and thinking of baseball, I adjusted my pants until the tent wasn’t completely obvious and walked down the path.
Perhaps a second shower of the day was a good idea. A cold shower.
4
DEACON
I lay there on the massage table, drifting in and out, on the bare edge of sleep. The only thing that kept catching me and lifting me up from complete unconsciousness was the persistent hum of arousal in my blood.
That, and my dick was as hard as a steel rod.
