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“You really came all the way here for a massage?” he asked, voice low and rough.
I smiled innocently, stepping closer. “You looked tense the other night. I thought I could help you relax.”
He stared at me for a long moment, then gestured toward the living room.
“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
I followed him, my heart racing. The living room was luxurious — big leather couches, dim lighting, expensive art on the walls. I pointed to the couch.
“Take off your shirt and lie down. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Dante raised an eyebrow but obeyed, pulling his black shirt off to reveal a muscular, well-built chest and abs. He lay face down on the couch.
I straddled his lower back, my short dress riding up my thighs. I poured some oil into my hands and started working on his sho
