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stroking her foot, she realized this man definitely knew what he was doing.
    Unable to suppress a groan as he worked out a particularly sore spot just above her heel in the fleshy part of the underside of her foot, she felt herself melting. He didn't seem to have any trouble finding her buttons and pushing them with every sensual slide of his fingers. All the tension she had been holding inside started the slow slide out of her system, just as it had when Lisa massaged her. Only this time, behind the initial release was a nagging, growing need for something else.
    Ignoring it as best she could, she tried valiantly to empty her mind as those wonderfully talented hands started to work their way up her calves. His hands worked the muscles deep, then soothed the aches and pains away. Tonisha breathed in deeply, allowing the sure pressure of his moves to take her away from her hectic life to a zone of pure pleasure. His hands were so much stronger than Lisa’s. She could sense him holding back as if he were afraid to hurt her, careful not to use too much pressure. Yet there was a command in his touch, one that made her open her legs without hesitation as he moved up to her thighs.
    No longer breathing deeply, Tonisha was hyper-aware of where Eduardo’s hands lingered, kneading before soothing. There was no keeping back the desire that made her moisten liberally. Not once did he touch her inappropriately, coming nowhere near her center. But she found herself wishing he would. Like an itch that demanded to be scratched, the ache inside her grew by the second, leaving her panting with a need blossoming from a place so deep and real it refused to be denied. She wanted to cry out, to beg him to just move his hands and touch her there, just a little. Only that would make her every bit a skeevy as those pathetic men who visited cheap massage parlors to get someone to jerk them off.
    She was better than that. Wasn’t she?

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    When Eduardo moved up to her shoulders, she wanted to cry. Her pussy throbbed, unfulfilled, empty, and oh, so wet. The man who was too sexy for her own good went about his job efficiently, but damn, it was so hard not to believe there was a little something more with the way he handled her. Instead of her growing sexual attraction fading, it only got worse, even when he instructed her to flip over so he could do her back.
    In defiance, Tonisha failed to pull the sheet up over her when she did so. Boldly, she flipped onto her stomach, letting her ass hang out there for him to kiss, damn it. How dare he turn her on like this? Let him look. She went to the gym four times a week. Her trainer might have been a Nazi in her past life, given how hard she made Tonisha work; one thing Tonisha knew for damn sure was she had a perfect ass. Yeah, she couldn't seem to get rid of the soft mound of her stomach no matter how hard she tried, and yeah, her thighs were more than generous, but she knew her ass was a thing of beauty.
    He must have thought so too, given the small hiss he let escape. Good. Let his ass suffer like she was suffering.
    Too bad her satisfaction flew out the window as soon as he touched her again. Holy hell, how could a massage on the freaking shoulders be so sensual? Working slowly, he made his way from her shoulders to her back just above the curve of her ass, then back up again. Apparently he liked the view, because he made no effort to cover her, either. That or he was ignoring her behind completely. Funny, it certainly felt hot, as if someone had focused all their attention on it. Frustration was a living, breathing thing. Why wouldn’t he touch her just a little bit inappropriately already? It gnawed at Tonisha from the inside out. She wanted to either flee the room in utter embarrassment or grab the man by the front of his perfectly pleated pants, rip them open, and demand satisfaction. Given she was a woman of action, one of the most powerful people in her world, the former wasn't as