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being, she seemed to have settled on light brown with blond highlights,
which looked great on her.  With her long manicured nails, high heels, and
white outfit, it was obvious she did not intent to do any work that afternoon. 
Other than my poor choice of wearing flip flops, I had come in jeans and a
T-shirt ready to pitch in.  So when Hadley left, I began helping the boys clear
tile from the bathroom.
    “Owww!  Son of a bitch!” Max yelled, as he slipped and
tumbled backwards into the bathtub.  Derek and I each grabbed a hand and pulled
him back to his feet.  Walking it off, he was convinced he hadn’t broken
anything but had definitely thrown out his back.
    “You most likely pulled a muscle,” I said, moving in behind
him to check out his back.  “Does it hurt right along here?” I love touching
him .
    “Ouch, yeah, that’s really sore.”
    Motioning toward his new bed I said, “Take off your shirt and
lie on your stomach.”
    “You’re dying to try out that new bed aren’t you,” he
teased.
    “Do you want me to help you or not?” I asked, trying to give
him a stern look.  Fail…
    As he pulled his shirt over his head, I was glad I had
decided to stick around.  This was going to be much better than chipping tile. 
While Derek muttered about losing his help, I walked around the side of the
bed.  I paused for a brief moment in order to mentally record Max’ broad
shoulders and perfect V-shaped back.  The sight of him lying there half-dressed
was something I had often thought about in my younger days.  Since seeing his
abs the other night, I had been thinking about running my hands across his
body.  Thanks to a few slippery, wet tiles, I was getting my chance.  I’m so
glad he can’t see the huge grin on my face.
    I started at the base of his neck and slid my hands down
along his spine until I reached the waistband of his faded jeans.  Running my
fingers along his waistline, I lightened my touch and traced the outer edges of
his back moving up toward his shoulders.  I could feel the heat generated
between us, as I once again ran my hands down along his rigid back muscles.
    Each time I made my way down the center of his back, I could
feel the muscle tension easing and he began to relax.  Conversely, with each passing
moment, I could feel my internal temperature rising, and I was becoming anything
but relaxed.  Max had no idea of the depth or longevity of my desire for him. 
To him, I was just a girl from the past who hung out with Derek’s younger
sister, Brea.  It was actually painful to think about the disparity between his
feelings and mine.  He had been my primary focal point as I blossomed into a
teenager.   At least things seemed to be evening out a bit these days.
    “God, that feels good, Lara.  Where did you learn massage?”
    “Wendy, an old college roommate went to massage therapy
school.  I was intrigued, so she showed me a few tricks.”
    “Tricks, huh?  I can’t wait to see some of those,” he
replied with a chuckle.
    He's probably thinking I’m referring to the infamous
happy ending.
    “Hey, now! Get your mind out of the gutter. There will be no
rub and tug on my watch!” 
    I laughed as I said it, but in all honesty, I would’ve loved
to give him one. Being a professional, Wendy always got mad when anyone
mentioned the topic.  In order to tease him a little, I decided to give Max
just a little taste of my skills.  The next time my hands reached his
waistband, I allowed them to slide firmly under it.  Pushing against his sacrum,
he moaned as it stretched out his lower back.  He really has a firm ass. 
Holy crap it’s getting warm in here.
    “Was that one of the tricks?” Max asked, as I pulled back.
“Damn, that felt good.”
    “Umm, yeah, uhh… That’s one of them,” I stuttered,
struggling to maintain composure.  I wonder if he can tell I’m losing it…
    “Alright, his back is better,” Derek burst into the room, scaring
the shit out of