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“I meant every word,” I said. “Every single one. I just didn’t want to scare you off.”
She laughed, low and dark. “You don’t scare me, Mark.”
Then she leaned down, right by my ear, and slid her hand under the towel. All the way. Her oiled fingers slipped between my thighs from behind and cupped my balls, warm and slick, and squeezed gently.
I made a noise I’m not proud of.
“I’ve thought about this,” she whispered. “I’ve thought about touching you so many times. In the shower. In bed. At Mum’s, while you were carving the turkey.” Her fingers rolled my balls slowly. “I’ve made myself come thinking about you more times than I can count.”
“Claire. Fuck.”
“But not today.” She let go. Just like that. My hips actually chased her hand.
She pulled the towel back up, patted my arse twice, and walked round to the head of the table so I could see her feet.
“Today you get a massage,” she said. “And you go home to my sister. And you think about this all week.”
“And then?”
She crouched so her face was level with mine through the cradle. She was smiling, flushed and wicked.
“And then you book again. Same time next Friday. Ask for me by name.” She licked her lip. “Wear something easy to take off.”
I lay there for the rest of the session, hard as iron, absolutely tortured.
Ending 4 of 16: The Tease. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.