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with pleasure in her gaze. It was proving very difficult not to look at Jackson like a man she was interested in. As though feeling her eyes, he turned and gave her a wide smile.
    “To compliment the chef for such a prized meal goes a much coveted but rarely delivered massage from one Jackson Powell. I must warn you not to share the details of the experience as it may make a large percentage of the populace salivate with pleasure. I wouldn’t want to have to defend you from other jealous females, Billie,” he joked.
    “That sure I will love it, are you?”
    A very simple, “Yep,” was all she heard. She lay facedown on the pillows he had arranged in front of the fire. “Do your best, Mr. Powell, and I may be convinced to cook for you again.”
    “I live to please,” was his only reply.
    Jackson couldn’t believe that he had actually maneuvered his gorgeous prey into allowing him to touch her. I will try to behave was the mantra that he kept repeating over and over. His large, warm hands started to slowly knead her shoulders.
    Billie imagined that she could see him as his hands splayed gently but firmly over her as they moved down her sides. She bit her lip as his fingers began a shivery trail down to the curve of her hip and then back up again. Wow, never did she ever have a man touch her with such confidence and strength. She felt his hands wander back and forth over her spine, soothing tired muscles from her drive, unpacking, and then cooking. She caught her breath as his fingers touched soft skin at the small gap between her shirt and her pants. Again and again she felt him return to that spot to run the tips of his fingers over the satin displayed.
    Without thought, Jackson ran his hands up her sides again, stopping each time closer and closer to the sides of her breasts. He could hear her breathing deepen and increase. His own felt like it was starting to become labored and he itched to place his lips on her lower back. He wanted to trace the gap with the tip of his tongue. He felt so hard in his jeans and a small amount of pre-cum moistened his boxers. As his hands were just a breath away from stroking the gentle swell of her breasts, he heard her soft gasp. Regrettably, he changed direction and allowed his thumbs to swirl around her lower back while his fingers kneaded her hips. Desperately he wanted to continue downward to run his hands over her ass. He longed to gently squeeze those soft globes for the first time.
    Her panties were soaking from this sensual interlude and he knew that she was suffering as well.
    “Mmmmm, Jackson. I have to honestly tell you that no one has ever thanked me this well after only cooking a meal. Never. I hesitate to ask, but where did you learn to massage like that?”
    “Funny, I could make up some immature guy response but the truth is that my mom gets lots of backaches. She claims that carrying three boys in there killed her back. Might be true, but anyway, she made us all rub her back when we lived at home. Ben and Troy probably can do it as well as I can, but I have never checked,” he said with a laugh. He kept running his fingers under the edge of her shirt while he talked. I am going to need her skills as a doctor after this. I wonder what she charges for treating unrelieved arousal, he mused.
    He extracted his hands from her skin as she slowly rolled over. He saw that she had a sleepy smile on her face as he offered her his hand. He couldn’t stop himself from slipping his arm lightly around her waist and walking toward the door.
    Two large, furry beasts lifted their heads to check on Billie. Satisfied that she was apparently in good hands, their heads thumped back on the floor. Jackson figured that she should take that as a good sign. “Billie, I cannot thank you enough for the meal, the pie, and the company. You are definitely not the Bill that I was expecting,” he said with a chuckle. He wanted nothing more than to lower his head to her luscious mouth and kiss