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relieved about this as the thought of having to have him lower his shorts to let me prod and press my thumb into his piriformis muscles and across his buttocks is making me dizzy.
    As I’m rocking him side to side, my fingers, hands and arms are tingling with energy, heat and chemistry; like a rush of something frictional—sexual energy. My upper body leans over his as I rock him forward and back, and as a result, our faces are rather close. Intimately close. I’m inhaling his intoxicating sacred scent, and it’s not only pleasurable, it is irrefutably sexy.
    I once again notice his erection straining against his shorts. Oh God.
    “Lucca, can I ask you to get up and lie facing down on the bed, so I can look at your lumbar area more closely? Take your time.”
    Spine close? Okay.
    Erection close? Not so much.
    He smiles audaciously and obliges, knowing I’m mortified, then he readjusts himself before rolling around. He starts to lift his t-shirt up...
    “No! No, I don’t need you to do that. You can keep it on. I’ll just lift the bottom of-”
    Too late.
    Adonis.
    Oh dear God. His shoulders are broad, his skin is the most luscious color of dark bronze and his muscles are ... well, perfect. This man really is superhuman and a vision to the eye. I have never looked at any man this way, and I don’t want to either. It’s against my rules.
    Fuck!
    File R for Rules. Rules are out the window this afternoon.
    I pause before I place my hands on his lower back. He is naked from the waist up, lying on his excitable manhood, and honestly, I haven’t seen anything this beautiful or desirable before. His wife is a very lucky woman to lie across this body and snuggle into those chiseled arms.
    WTF! Am I seriously thinking this?
    I’m a mature twenty-six year old and, by choice, single. Yet, here I am, drooling over a mystery man, and allowing it to playing havoc with my sensitive areas… my heart and my sex. This is mind boggling, raw and new for me.
    I inhale a large breath of air and press my hands firmly on his lower back, Jesus, his skin feels amazing. He hums contently with a deep grizzle in his throat as if he is enjoying my touch.
    “Lucca, I need to press and feel about, and possibly manipulate the area by massaging there. Are you okay with this?
    My voice is high pitched, and I think it’s obvious I have been holding my breath. I let it out and drop my shoulders.
    “Music to my ears, Doc. If I go quiet, it is because you have massaged me into a sedated trance with your expert hands.”
    Playful and optimistic. Hmm.
    I frown my brow together and press my lips in a firm line knowing he can’t see me, and try my hardest to net in those loose butterflies flapping around in my stomach. They won’t be spreading their wings anytime soon.
    I press my thumbs up and down and around his discs, prodding and spreading the fibres. I then rub gently until I apply more pressure using the flat of my hand. I hold onto the bottom of his back and side of his hip and rock him forward into the bed and release, hopefully knocking that huge bundle in his shorts into sense. I repeat this several times, trying to get mobility to return. I hear him sigh softly, so I continue as I know he’s not experiencing pain.
    I spend the next ten minutes quietly rocking his hips, spreading the skin with the flat of my hand, and pressing one hand on top of the other to put added pressure in certain areas, trying to disperse the inflammation and separate the fibres and tissue.
    “You never told me where you were going on holiday, or your name for that matter.”
    Good Lord, not that again. Why does he want to know? I don’t offer any information about my personal life to strangers, no matter how painstakingly gorgeous and handsome they are.
    “I thought you were off to nod land there for a moment.”
    “Nearly, but you definitely have healing hands. It feels better already. Amazing, actually.”
    I can’t see his face, but I know he’s