Winning Her Over Read Free

this area was plagued by trigger points as well.
    “Cal? Would you like me to work these knots in your hips and glutes?” The question was part of her standard routine, but on him it felt way more sensual than normal. And not just because the man had a tremendously fine ass.
    “Mmm. Yeah. The knots hurt a bit, but it feels so good when you’re done with them.”
    His thick, sleepy voice sent an inappropriate shiver up her spine. Down, girl!
    She laid one of the towels across his upper back so he wouldn’t lose too much heat through his oil-slicked skin. Then she redraped him, exposing his right leg and most of the right side of his chiseled butt.
    Warming another generous dollop of oil between her hands, she set to work. One hand rested atop the other, so the weight of her body pressed down through just her right palm.
    He let out a groan.
    Brenna paused. “Everything okay?”
    “Yeah, sorry. I couldn’t help it,” he murmured, sounding embarrassed.
    “No, that’s fine. You do what your body needs to do.” She circled once again up to his lower back before starting another deep glide across his firm glutes.
    After a few minutes, he shifted on the table. She thought nothing of it until she became aware he was tensing in cadence with her massage strokes. His breath, she now noticed, was also hitching almost imperceptibly as her hands rounded the curve of his butt to his hips.
    In fact, both his repetitively tensed muscles and his increasingly ragged inhalations were getting more obvious. It was almost like…
    Brenna bit her lip. Oh, shit . Cal was getting turned on. And a tiny, secret part of her reveled in it.

2
    C al lay facedown on the padded table, immensely grateful to his boss for insisting he get a massage. Their client’s trial started tomorrow, and Cal had been working his ass off for the past four months getting them ready for it. A lot was riding on the outcome, and not just for their client, Conovan Industries. He was up for partner this year, and a strong performance here could clinch the decision. He needed to be in top form.
    Besides, the masseuse was hot, and the massage itself was incredible. Sensual, skirting but never crossing the line to sexual. He had never before been so conscious of his skin as a sensory organ, but now he was hyperaware of every stroke, every press on his back.
    The experience was turning out to be surprisingly emotional as well. It had been far too long since anyone had touched him with such complete focus and dedication. Friends-with-benefits and casual relationships—the only kind he’d allowed himself in the past six years—just didn’t go there.
    He was sort of regretting he hadn’t kept his boxer briefs on, though. Especially after he stupidly agreed to let her massage his hips and butt. Lord knew he needed it after being chained to his desk for months on end, but he’d never realized his hips were such an erogenous zone. Until now. He was sporting a hard-on that all the baseball statistics in the world couldn’t deflate, and it was both uncomfortable and embarrassing.
    Thankfully, she soon covered his back again and shifted her focus farther down. First to one leg, then the other, giving his erection a chance to disappear so he didn’t tent the sheet after he turned over.
    His reprieve didn’t last long, though.
    The masseuse raised the sheet and blanket between them to shield her view as he awkwardly rolled over, lowering them only after he settled onto his back. She slid the pillow out from under his calves, then arranged the covers once more.
    Cal could hear her removing the doughnut cushion, and he opened his eyes. Immediately, he regretted it. And not just because he almost certainly had unflattering lines on his face. The sexy masseuse was standing behind his head, her attention focused on his body. Her sun-kissed ponytail had drifted across one shoulder while she worked him over. The tip of her pink little tongue poking out from between her lips was