Lucia Jordan's Four Series Collection: Chosen, Whipped, Lick, Risk (34 page)

“Grace just had me move all your clients to a different day.”

“That doesn’t make sense.” She frowned.

Ali just lifted her shoulder and snapped her chewing gum. “I don’t know.”

Lacey made her way to Grace’s office and rapped her knuckles on it twice, sharply.

“Yeah?” came a sharp reply from the other side.

“Hey,” Lacey said, poking her head through the door. “What’s up with my clients?”

“Oh, I’m glad you’re here. Come in, come in. I had a special request for you. Apparently it was doctor’s orders and he paid handsomely to have us close down early tonight. As in closing down in thirty minutes early.” Grace’s face practically glowed with excitement as she perched her ample hips on the corner of her desk.

While Grace was excited, a knot was forming in the pit of Lacey’s stomach. She had a feeling she knew who the client was.

“Do you have the name of this client?”

Grace nodded her head and it was all Lacey could do to keep from rolling her eyes at the high school antics of her boss. “Trevor Barns,” she finally gushed.

Lacey nodded. “I see.”

Grace’s smile fell. “You see? That’s all you have to say. A star athlete specifically asks for you to be his therapist and all you can say is ‘I see’?”

Lacey lifted a shoulder, casually acting as if she was completely unphased. She wasn’t though. Her insides were churning and her heart was racing. She was pretty sure her panties were growing damp at just the thought of Trevor lying on her table. “I’ve already been dealing with him,” she said casually.

“Well, this isn’t just a massage therapy. He has paid for a full massage.”

“A full massage?” Lacey squeaked. Images of Trevor laying on her table were already in her mind, now him lying on her table barely covered with a thin sheet was taking over. Good grief. She was going to die by the end of the day.

“Do I have a choice in this?”

Grace looked at her as if she’d sprouted another head. “No, it’s not an option, but why in the hell would you want another option?”

“No reason. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay. You can lock up tonight.”

“Will do.”

Lacey was in her room, going through her routine. She’d changed from her hospital scrubs into a pair of blue yoga capris and a racer back fitted tank top. Since they were all about their clients being comfortable, Grace felt that her employees should be comfortable as well. So as long as the outfit did not give the wrong impression, the girls were allowed to wear whatever it was they were comfortable in.

Lacey wound her hair into a sloppy bun on top of her head and pulled on a pair of socks. The next part of her routine was getting the room ready. She turned on calming music and moved about lighting scented candles that helped calm people’s nerves. Unfortunately, neither the music nor the candles were doing anything to calm her frayed nerves.

In a few short minutes Trevor was going to be on her table. The only thing she’d been able to focus on was the way his lips felt as they moved against hers. There wasn’t going to be much between them and that was going to be extremely dangerous.

A knock slammed through her thoughts, causing her to yelp and nearly climb out of her skin. “Come it,” she called with more bravado than she felt.

The door opened and she held her breath.

Trevor poked his head through the opening and smiled at her. “Hey,” he said brightly as he stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him. The soft click of the latch catching sounded like shotgun fire in Lacey’s ears. She was confined in a small space with a man that she was wildly attracted too.

Just breathe. He’s not Robert. He’s not going to hurt you.

“Hey,” she finally answered back awkwardly.

“Sorry about paying everyone to leave, but people are all over and it’s so hard to get privacy.”

“No. It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting your massage therapist to be, ya know, me.”

His face deflated a bit. “Is that a problem? If it is I can ask one of the other girls. I just figured that it would be easier than having to explain everything to someone new.”

Well, that made sense. She couldn’t fault him with that logic. “You could have told me.”

“I tried to, but…well, with what happened, I didn’t want you to think I was being weird.”

She laughed. This guy was seriously too good to be true. Which, in her experience, was something that simply did not happen. If it was too good to be true, then it usually was. 

“Don’t worry about that,” she said casually, shrugging it off and playing cool. “It happened.”

“It did. I promise to be on my best behavior, but to be honest I just need the whole package because of the workouts. It’s been a while and I’m a little sore. I promise that’s all it is for.”

She was thankful for his explanation. It had looked a bit odd but, standing in front of him, she could see the sincerity in his eyes. He was strange, but she found herself feeling at ease with him.

She nodded. “Okay. Go behind the screen and strip down. There is a clean robe hanging on the wall. Slip it on and when you come back out we’ll get started.”

“I can do it.”

He disappeared behind the screen and she finished her prep work. She had to treat Trevor like any other client. Sure, they’d kissed, but it was an accident. It wouldn’t happen again, especially after she’d spazzed and ran out on him.

He walked out and stood beside the table. “Okay. I am quite vulnerable here. What’s next?”

“I’ll turn around and hold up the sheet. I want you to climb on the table and lay flat on your stomach. We’ll start out by working on your shoulders, neck and back. Then I’ll moved down to work on your hamstrings and calves.”

He nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

He began to shrug out of his robe, barely giving her enough time to get the sheet lifted and her head turned. She wasn’t naive as far as the male form went, but she still struggled to be comfortable with it. Especially after being raised to believe that it was naughty to have sex and look at a member of the opposite sex.

“Are you all set?” She chuckled as she listened to him squirm and grunt as he tried to get comfortable.

“All set,” he echoed back.

She draped the sheet over his posterior. If she did her job right she wouldn’t see any of his manly parts. At the same time, her inner voice groaned with disappointment. Neatly, she rolled the sheet down to just below the cleft in the small of his back.

Walking over to the wall, she turned the switch and dialed down the lights. She moved back to the side of the table.

“Okay, in order for me to do my job, you are going to have to tell me if I begin to hurt you. If I am going too deep…”

He snickered.

She rolled her eyes but found herself laughing in spite of herself. “Really?” She chuckled.

“Hey, I’m a guy. My mind automatically goes there.”

“Fine, I’ll give you that. Anyway. There are going to be a few spots I’m going to get into pretty deep. I can tell just by looking at you, you’re all in knots.”

“I trust you,” he said as he turned his head and pillowed his cheek on the backs of his hands. Again, the sincerity in his eyes was there, causing her heart to squeeze. Why was it so easy for him to trust? Had he never been hurt?

“O—okay. Hands to your sides and relax.”

As he adjusted, she poured a quarter size amount of oil in her hands and began to rub them together to activate the ingredient to cause it to warm. Taking a deep breath, she pressed her slicked palms to his shoulders and slowly began the massage.

Slowly she allowed her mind to clear and let her hands do their job. Over the hills and valleys of his back and shoulders she rubbed, the oil gliding and causing his skin to glisten. Ever so slowly she kneaded his arms and back, moving lower and lower. The tight sinew in his arms stiffened under her hands as she worked with the skin.

Moving around, she stood above his head and began to fan her hands out over his upper shoulders in slow circular motions. As the muscles shifted and rolled under her hands she closed her eyes. She didn’t have to see what she was doing. As she continued to work, the heat of his skin radiated into the palms of her hands, sending warmth up her arms and through her chest. She imagined his large hands moving over her, massaging her skin, rubbing her in ways that would make her body hum.

Lacey pictured Trevor hovering above her, spreading her legs wide and pushing his cock deep inside her. As he thrust, her palms would fan out over his chest and glide across his beautiful skin. Harder and harder he would dive into her. Her lips parted as her heart rate kicked up a bit.

The room was beginning to grow warm, she realized, when she opened her eyes from her fantasy. She cursed for not turning the AC down beforehand. She slowly moved down the small of his back, noting that there were two tiny dimples. There was just something about a man’s muscular back that could really get her blood hot. Trevor’s was the most perfect she’d ever seen. His tan skin was flawless she realized as it glistened with oil.

Occasionally he would grunt or moan and it was those sounds that would pull her back from her daydreams. Her hands slipped beneath the sheet and began to massage the toned muscles of his backside. On instinct he tensed up, causing her to giggle.

“Relax,” she said softly.

“Sorry,” he muttered. It sounded as if he were half asleep.

She had to bite her lip to keep from groaning out loud as her hands squeezed and stroked the fine muscles. That quite possibly was the greatest ass she’d ever had in her hands.

There was no mistaking the fact that she was wet now. She could feel her clothes sticking to her. She was getting turned on. This was such a bad idea.

Deciding it would be best if she moved on, she worked her hands down the backs of his legs, the coarse hair tickling her palms as she skimmed and rubbed. Muscles harder than rocks bulged under her hands. She pressed high up, stopping just below the curve of his toned backside before slowly making it the rest of the way down. Gently she rubbed his foot, with special care on the instep. As she made her way back up, she was massaging the inside of his thigh. Her hand slipped slightly, causing the backs of her knuckles to brush against the underside of his testicles.

Her movements stilled for a few scant moments. She’d felt his body tense, so she knew he didn’t miss it. Her heart was hammering so loudly in her ears it sounded as if a drum was right next to her head.

When he didn’t say anything, she thought it best to move on and act like nothing happened. She started massaging his backside again when she felt him stiffen beneath her. “Am I going too hard?”

“It’s fine,” he muttered stiffly.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

There was no response. He shifted again under her hands, as if something was bothering him.

“Is everything okay? Do I need to stop?” she asked, growing concerned that she’d hurt him.

There was a long pause.

“Trevor?”

“Yes. I think you should probably stop,” he said as he shifted once more.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t think I was going that hard.”

He slowly lifted himself up and turned, making sure to keep the sheet close in front of him. “It’s not that. It’s just…” His words died off as her eyes grew wide. Standing at full salute, pitching the sheet upward, was his proud erection.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, but you seem to have this effect on me,” he admitted. “We’ve known each other for a minute and you seem to be the only thing I’ve been able to think about. Since the first moment I saw you I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. At first I thought this would be a good idea, but after what happened at the gym. I’m not so sure.”

She listened to him and cursed herself for wanting to believe him. Her body was conflicted. Her head was telling her what a horrible idea it was and to remember Robert. However other parts of her body were convinced that Trevor was nothing like Robert.

Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she lifted her chin. “I can’t deny that I’m attracted to you. I won’t. But Trevor, this can’t happen. You are my client. I could get into a lot of trouble.”

“I don’t want that, but I have a hard time controlling myself around you. I want you, Lacey.”

Her stomach fluttered and her heart leapt.  “I just can’t,” she whispered.

He nodded his head in acceptance and prepared to climb off the table.

She took a deep breath and put her hand on his shoulder. “There is no reason I can’t continue to help you. Come on and lie on your back.”

The look on his face showed he wasn’t questioning her decision.

“I can’t promise things won’t come up.” He snickered.

She rolled her eyes. “This isn’t the first time a man has gotten an erection on my table. A massage stimulates endorphins which helps release serotonin. These increase pleasure,” she said with a wink.

“That was very…clinical,” he teased as he lay back and tried to relax.

“Well, what would you rather have me say?” she asked as she squeezed a generous amount of oil onto her hands and his chest. She pressed her palms against him and began to rub.