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“I can help”

Nothing but a heavy sigh

“I’m a Crap!” She crashed into an end table, the la froled “I’ to help if you’ll let me”

“Will you be quiet?”

“Yes I pro”

She ca until her hands finally found his body He tensed under her touch She continued up his leg to his tight-h a ski, it was definitely not professional

Settling in front of the couch, she sat back on her legs and reached out to find his hands They rested on his chest She took one hand in hers and kneaded his fingers from tip to knuckle He moaned Not a pleasurable moan

“It ht hurt for the first couple of minutes,” she whispered into the darkness

Back and forth she ed, from one hand to the next His body relaxed as tiht of his hand in hers Martina wished she had some lavender oil or even peppermint to help soothe him

“What are you doing to me?”

“Shhh No talking”

She couldn’t see his face in the darkness, but she could see the outline of his body He was big Not fat but broad His hard chest rose and fell to the rhythh and calloused Maybe he was a laborer Maybe he was an athlete

After a half-hour with his hands, she gently rubbed his teht The part of her brain that practiced reflexology seee consu in her veins But the ot The hs that escaped from his mouth, the faster her heart raced

She blairl talk A lethal co between the legs Her hyper-sexual thoughts couldn’t be due to the way he’d stared at her froht through her It definitely couldn’t be the way his voice touched her insides, stirring up sexual urges she was so eager to indulge

Rob just happened to be the ht now she would be thinking the sa