CHAPTER 1: THE PROFESSIONAL MASSEUSE
MIRA'S POV
His hands are on my calves and I'm trying very, very hard not to think about the fact that those hands belong to my best friend's father.
The oil is warm - he heated it before he started, explaining something about muscle receptivity and blood flow that I barely heard because I was too busy staring at the way his forearms flexed when he poured it into his palms.
The way the veins popped beneath his tan skin, the way his fingers looked thick and capable and like they could absolutely f*****g destroy me if he wanted them to.
JeromePeters is forty-eight years old, divorced for three years, and built like a man who treats his body like a temple while secretly harboring filthy thoughts behind those calm, professional eyes.
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