His Love

CHAPTER 3: Maggie

CHAPTER 3: Maggie

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“May I call you Maggie?” Kevin smiled, nothing but friendly professionalism on his face.

“Yes, of course.” Maggie glanced at the table. Where was that sheet?

“Great. Then let’s get started,” said Kevin. “Are there any areas you want me to focus on? Any place you’re having pain or tension?”

“Ah...no.”

“No place that’s sore at all?” The pure innocence in Terry’s voice contrasted with the smirk on his handsome face as he walked to the couch and sat.

She made a face at him and his grin widened. He could be such an ass.

“Maggie, you have to tell me where you hurt if you want me to help.” Kevin winked at her. “Don’t worry. I’ve worked here a long time.”

“Well, I am a little sore”—her face heated—“on my lower back.”

“Your lower back? Really? That’s where you’re sore?” Terry’s dark eyes danced with humor.

Lord, he could be a jerk sometimes. “Okay. A bit lower than that.” She touched her hip.

“Ah. The gluteus maximus area.” Kevin grinned. “We get that a lot around here.”

Terry barked out a laugh. “I bet you do.”

“I have some oil that’ll make you feel as good as new.” Kevin pulled a bottle from his bag and hooked it to his belt.

“Oh...ah...” She glanced at Terry but he didn’t seem the least bit concerned that this good looking, younger man was going to rub her ass.

“Shall we start.” Kevin stared at her expectantly.

“Uhm...” The masseuse wasn’t leaving. The other massage therapists had always left the room when she’d undressed but she had a feeling this wasn’t going to be anything at all like her previous massages.

“Drop the towel, rabbit.” Terry’s voice had grown husky and his eyes now sparkled with desire.

She hesitated. She wasn’t sure why. Last night she’d been naked and then some in front of several men, but this was daytime. She and Terry hadn’t been fooling around. She wasn’t horny. The pulse beating between her legs called her on her lie. Okay. This was turning her on but...

“Would you like for me to turn around?” asked Kevin.

“No,” said Terry.

She shot him a dirty look. She would’ve liked that.

“Think about this, rabbit.” Terry stood and walked over to her. “He’s going to see you naked on the table. Massage your body. Touch you.”

“But only in the...” She hesitated, not sure how to finish that sentence. She’d been going to say “right places” but she could imagine Terry’s response to that.

“Only where, rabbit?” He leaned down by her ear. “Where do you want Kevin to touch you?”

She swallowed. “I just want a massage. A regular one.” She felt his grin against the side of her head.

“You’ll like this one better. I promise.”

She turned, her lips a breath from his. She trusted him and he didn’t like to share. “Okay.” She dropped the towel.

His gaze traveled down her body, his face hardening with desire and causing a chain reaction in her. Her p***y pulsed strong and needy, empty but yearning to be touched, kissed, filled.

“Good, rabbit. Now, get on the table so Kevin can give you that massage.”