Page 38 of Trouble from Abroad
“You won’t hurt me. I’ll talk you through it.” I reach for her other hand and place it on my shoulder. “Trust me.”
“I’m not sure if I should.”
“But you’re going to, aren’t you?”
“Dr. Cocky much?”
My cockistwitching. So I’ll focus on that damn knot and possibly on some pain to make sure things stay down.
“First, let’s warm up the area. Sweep your palms up and down my back. Make sure you go over the knot with very little pressure.” God, it hurts. When I remember to breathe again, I give her the next instruction. “Now we’re going to pin and stretch. Find the spot and apply more pressure. I’ll roll my shoulders until the knot eases a bit.”
Mia does every little thing that I ask. Such a good girl. I can’t help but imagine all the things she wants to learn, and how badly I want to be the one who teaches her.
“Harder, Mia,” I tell her, but no amount of pain can soften my dick now.
“Wait a minute. You know exactly how to do this, don’t you?”
“Comes with the job,” I grunt out and open my eyes in search of a pillow to cover my lap with. Just my luck.They’re all on Mia’s side of the couch. “It’s a massive part of rehab.”
“Okay, Doctor. So youarefamiliar with the benefits of massage and therefore need no convincing whatsoever.” She presses harder to make her point. I chuckle through the ache. She’s got me there. “It’s a shame you can’t reach your own back.”
“I’d still choose your hands over anyone else’s. Every time. You’re a natural, Mia.”
Mia clears her throat before asking, “Feeling any better?”
I look back at her. “A lot. Thank you, Miss Thorne.”
“Oh, please. I just rubbed your bare back with oil. That should earn me first-name privileges.” She turns my shoulders her way. “Can I book the masseuse now?”
“No.” This is ridiculous. We’re having this conversation with my back to her.
“But you’re feeling better. And you know how beneficial they are.”
I roll my shirt into a ball, lay it on top of my boner and stand up, facing her. “You really think massages are a fundamental part of your plan?”
“Yes.” She stands too.
“And you believe it’s imperative to my physicalandmental health that I have them twice a week?”
“I do. And you kno?—”
“Fine, then you’ll give them.”
“Excuse me?”
“I loathe the idea of a stranger touching me, and you did a stellar job tonight.” I smile and stretch my neck and shoulders, without moving my hands away from my dick. “We make a good team, Mia. I can teach you everything you want to learn.” My cock gets painfully hard at the innuendos meant with that. And at the way she can’t stop staring at my torso. “I’ll take your silence as agreement.”
“No. I mean, I don’t know. Can you put your shirt on?”
“Why?”
Her jaw moves but words fail her on her first try. “It-it helps me think.”
Sense fails her on her second.
“My shirt helps you think?” There’s nothing more entertaining—or cuter—than seeing Mia all flustered.
“Yes. What? No. Dr. Preston, you’re not helping.”
