It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: Her Happy Ending: An Erotic Massage Story.
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Skye finally finds out what a “full service” massage really means.
Before moving to Nashville a year ago, life was about as exciting as doing laundry on a Saturday night. But then Blake Jackson walks into Skye’s world. Six feet of hard, corded muscle and gorgeous, blue eyes, he’s a dream come true. Unfortunately, he’s also her masseur and therefore strictly off-limits.
But having his hands all over her during her massage makes it impossible to keep pure thoughts. She wants a happy ending. The only question is, who will make the first move? If Blake doesn’t, then Skye may have to take things into her own hands.
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Her Happy Ending
Before moving to Nashville a year ago, life was about as exciting as doing laundry on a Saturday night. But then Blake Jackson came into Skye’s world. Six feet of hard, corded muscle and gorgeous, blue eyes, he was a dream come true. Unfortunately, he was also her masseur and therefore strictly off-limits if she wanted to continue receiving amazing rubdowns that led to fantastically mind-blowing orgasms when she arrived home.
Home was a lovely apartment complex near the Parthenon that only her intense work ethic allowed her to afford. Life had definitely begun looking up since she left Minnesota and taken a job at a record label in town as a producer. Her dream had finally become reality. In what little free time she had, she spent it with the friends she’d made since moving there–clubs, bars, indie venues, and the occasional sightseeing.
This weekend, however, she’d cleared her schedule to help her best friend move into a new place across town so she’d be closer to work.
“Remind me again why you leased an apartment on the second floor?” Skye grunted as she walked backward up a flight of stairs, carrying half a loveseat.
Briana rested a corner on the handrail and adjusted her grip. “When my back stops screaming at me, I’ll answer that.”
Finally, the women worked the furniture into the doorway, placing it down for a quick rest. They could arrange it however Briana wanted as soon as everything else was unloaded off the truck. Right now, she just wanted to rest a second before going for another load.
“I’ll need to book a session with Blake after this.” Skye plopped down onto the carpet, the vision of her friend’s book collection still in the truck flashing through her mind like a bad dream. All those boxes…
“At this rate, I’ll need one too.” They fell into silence for a moment before Briana spoke again. “Please explain to me how you metaphorically keep it in your pants when you’re with him?” She slid down into the cushions of the loveseat, sighing. “Don’t you get all hot and bothered when he’s touching you, rubbing you down with those big, man hands?” Her voice drifted off dreamily.
Skye eyed her. They clearly both needed to get laid. “Well, yeah, but that’s hardly professional. I’d ruin a good thing if I made a move. He’s the best massage therapist I’ve had in either state.”
“I bet he knows all the right places to touch a woman…”
The thought of Briana lusting after Blake made Skye feel oddly territorial. She didn’t want to share him with her best friend, or anyone else for that matter. She regretted ever describing him and his hands to Briana. He was her dream guy, the guy she thought about each night when she touched herself. She stood up, straightening her shorts. “Come on. We still have a lot to do.”
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