by A. m Madden
“He stared at the wall and finally whispered, ‘No.’ Meanwhile, I overstepped my professional bounds. I smacked his bare ass and played with his hair.”
Junebug’s dirty hand covered her mouth and her eyes twinkled. “Well, isn’t that interesting? How did he react to all that?”
Gina curled her index finger against the tip of her thumb. “Zero reaction.”
The older lady nodded in a sign of wisdom. “Then he liked it. He’s missing the human touch or”—Junebug winked—“he enjoys your touch.”
“Don’t even go there.” I go there too often on my own.
Movement to her left caught her eye. Reece swaggered toward the stables. God, the man could swagger. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, tight ass, and long, muscular legs that bunched and shifted when he walked. She swallowed the drool in her mouth. He certainly moved smoother after the massage she’d given him. His earlier limp was gone. Wait, hadn’t she put an ice pack on him?
“Reece, you didn’t keep that ice pack on for twenty minutes!”
He stopped and slowly moved his head to glare at her over his muscular shoulder. His male glare was so potent, she sucked air. A few seconds ticked by in silence while awareness and desire for the man practically whipped through her system, wetting her panties in the bargain. Dear God!
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