8
“TURN over please, Sawyer.”
Shit, you’d think he would have learned his lesson from the last time, when he ran her out. But no, here it was Tuesday again. They’d gone even harder today, with Willa asking to see his regular workout and giving him corrections on that, on top of her own set of exercises.
But the massage had made it all worth it. Those hands of hers were magic, and it had felt like his whole body was sinking into the table when she’d started rubbing him down.
His gimp leg especially. She’d taken his prosthesis off to massage it and he didn’t know what she was doing down there, but his leg liked it. The usual tightness that came after he took off his peg had disappeared, replaced by a relaxation so deep, thoughts of having the same problem as last time had disappeared fro
