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Authors: Amalie Berlin
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“T7 and T8 vertebrae. I can fix it if you get on the table.”
She wanted to help him, and he’d let her. Maybe it would help her feel better too. “Fine, but I’m leaving the thermals on.”
Her smile reappeared, though now he didn’t know how real it was and how much was for show, even though he believed she wanted to help. She stepped back, pulling the towels with her and giving him room to move around. A pause to remove his boots, then he stretched out face down on the padded vinyl table.
Before he could protest she swung one leg over his waist and he was caught by warm thighs and an overwhelming desire to roll over. Her small hands pressed into the muscle on either side of his spine, walking up and down a few steps until the vertebrae reseated with a loud crack.
Task done, she patted his back, climbed down, and left him thankful she couldn’t see what the intimate position had done to him.
*
It wasn’t Ellory’s practice to molest people she had on her table, but the feel of his solid heat between her legs made her breathless. She grit her teeth to keep her mouth shut, struggling to control the rapid breathing from the surge of hormones.
No matter that he’d spent the better part of ten minutes with his face pillowed on her breasts, he didn’t seem bothered by her straddling, as she was. Although she wanted to talk to him about the situation that had put his hand going through a wall, maybe talking should wait... She continued working, tried to ignore the glide of the firm male flesh beneath her hands, and focused on the task.
By the time his arm was moving easily in the socket, the muscles worked to pliancy, he’d fallen asleep. She heard the slow, rhythmic breathing and ducked under the table to where his face perched in the padded donut-shaped headrest.
This happened a lot. Get someone to relax deeply enough, they fell asleep. And that was when they weren’t exhausted and worried from all the hours spent in the horrid climate and stressful conditions. He needed sleep so she wouldn’t wake him until he was needed.
Moving to the end of the bed, she pulled his socks off and swapped the oil for some lotion to rub into his tired feet, which was when she noticed them. Missing toes, two on one foot and one on another. He had no pinky toes. Her heart skipped.
Frostbite pain is monstrous.
His words came back to her, brought tears with them that closed her throat. He knew that pain. No wonder...
She slowly bent his leg at the knee so she could see the top of his foot, and get a better look at the damage.
The scar extended far up the top of his foot, stretched out, pale and thin. An old scar. A very old scar, considering how far growth had caused it to migrate from his toes.
He’d been a child when it had happened.
CHAPTER FIVE
A NSON FELT SOMETHING touching his feet and snapped awake. Lifting and turning to look over his shoulder at the woman at his feet was harder, his movements sluggish and stiff. “God, what did you do to me?”
“Relaxed you.” Ellory laid his leg back on the table and kept one hand on his foot. He wished she’d move away from them. “Your muscles will be a little slow to respond for a few minutes. You should drink a lot of water today too.”
“Water?”
“Toxins.”
He shook his head, not awake enough to run the mental obstacle course yet. Instead, he concentrated on lifting up and rolling over until he was sitting on the table.
“Toxins in your muscles get released with deep tissue massage. You should drink lots of water, flush them out. Or tomorrow you might have some mild flu-like symptoms.”
“I thought the massage was supposed to make me feel better.”
“How’s your shoulder?”
Frowning, he tentatively lifted his arm and rolled it around in the socket to check. No catch. Sore still, but no catch meant no shooting pains, which was better than it had been.
He didn’t answer her. Waking on the table he’d had no intention of climbing onto had
She wanted to help him, and he’d let her. Maybe it would help her feel better too. “Fine, but I’m leaving the thermals on.”
Her smile reappeared, though now he didn’t know how real it was and how much was for show, even though he believed she wanted to help. She stepped back, pulling the towels with her and giving him room to move around. A pause to remove his boots, then he stretched out face down on the padded vinyl table.
Before he could protest she swung one leg over his waist and he was caught by warm thighs and an overwhelming desire to roll over. Her small hands pressed into the muscle on either side of his spine, walking up and down a few steps until the vertebrae reseated with a loud crack.
Task done, she patted his back, climbed down, and left him thankful she couldn’t see what the intimate position had done to him.
*
It wasn’t Ellory’s practice to molest people she had on her table, but the feel of his solid heat between her legs made her breathless. She grit her teeth to keep her mouth shut, struggling to control the rapid breathing from the surge of hormones.
No matter that he’d spent the better part of ten minutes with his face pillowed on her breasts, he didn’t seem bothered by her straddling, as she was. Although she wanted to talk to him about the situation that had put his hand going through a wall, maybe talking should wait... She continued working, tried to ignore the glide of the firm male flesh beneath her hands, and focused on the task.
By the time his arm was moving easily in the socket, the muscles worked to pliancy, he’d fallen asleep. She heard the slow, rhythmic breathing and ducked under the table to where his face perched in the padded donut-shaped headrest.
This happened a lot. Get someone to relax deeply enough, they fell asleep. And that was when they weren’t exhausted and worried from all the hours spent in the horrid climate and stressful conditions. He needed sleep so she wouldn’t wake him until he was needed.
Moving to the end of the bed, she pulled his socks off and swapped the oil for some lotion to rub into his tired feet, which was when she noticed them. Missing toes, two on one foot and one on another. He had no pinky toes. Her heart skipped.
Frostbite pain is monstrous.
His words came back to her, brought tears with them that closed her throat. He knew that pain. No wonder...
She slowly bent his leg at the knee so she could see the top of his foot, and get a better look at the damage.
The scar extended far up the top of his foot, stretched out, pale and thin. An old scar. A very old scar, considering how far growth had caused it to migrate from his toes.
He’d been a child when it had happened.
CHAPTER FIVE
A NSON FELT SOMETHING touching his feet and snapped awake. Lifting and turning to look over his shoulder at the woman at his feet was harder, his movements sluggish and stiff. “God, what did you do to me?”
“Relaxed you.” Ellory laid his leg back on the table and kept one hand on his foot. He wished she’d move away from them. “Your muscles will be a little slow to respond for a few minutes. You should drink a lot of water today too.”
“Water?”
“Toxins.”
He shook his head, not awake enough to run the mental obstacle course yet. Instead, he concentrated on lifting up and rolling over until he was sitting on the table.
“Toxins in your muscles get released with deep tissue massage. You should drink lots of water, flush them out. Or tomorrow you might have some mild flu-like symptoms.”
“I thought the massage was supposed to make me feel better.”
“How’s your shoulder?”
Frowning, he tentatively lifted his arm and rolled it around in the socket to check. No catch. Sore still, but no catch meant no shooting pains, which was better than it had been.
He didn’t answer her. Waking on the table he’d had no intention of climbing onto had
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