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stood, he felt a twinge in his shoulder. “I’m going to need a backrub, though,” he said massaging it.
    “You’re a shameless opportunist.”
    They dragged the ladder around the house, left it on the ground then climbed the slope of the side lawn to the front. They were almost home free when the outside lights flicked on, the door popped open and Jack Markham called out, “Who’s there?”
    o0o
    Nick buried his face in the pillow on his king-size bed and moaned. A sinful scent permeated the air.
    “Pretty sure of yourself to buy massage oil,” Brie quipped.
    “No, darlin’, just hopeful.”
    She poured a dab on his back and its warmth—the bottle suggested heating—felt like heaven. It was even better when she spread the liquid across his shoulders. His mind blanked as she began to rub. Soft…a little harder…hard now. He groaned like a person in pain as the oil and her hands tended to him.
    “Sorry you hurt your shoulder. It was stupid to check on Cella.”
    “It wasn’t stupid, Brie. Moms are entitled.”
    “Thanks for going along with me, even though we both embarrassed the hell out of ourselves.”
    “Nah, Jack Markham thought it was funny. And he said he wouldn’t tell Cella…oh God, right there…so no harm no foul.”
    She worked her way down his back, seeking out muscles, using her fingers on his deltoids, the heel of her hand down his spine. When she reached his waist, he murmured, “You’re getting off sides, lady.”
    “I have no idea what that means.”
    And holy, Jesus ever-loving Christ, she began to knead his butt. Nobody ever kneaded his butt before, not even a masseuse. Her bare thighs contracted against him—he’d stripped and insisted she get down to her skivvies, too. “God, Brie.”
    Her laugh was female and sexy as she moved lower to his thighs and rubbed there, too. On the top, the outside. When her hands moved almost into the end zone, he barked, “That’s it.” He couldn’t stand any more of her touching him and not having her, so he lifted up his head and torso. “Slip off, honey.”
    After a giggle, she did and lay next to him on the pillow. He moved over her and braced his arms on either side of her shoulders. He was hard as granite, but he’d make this good for her if it killed him.
    Smiling down, he whispered, “I’m going to go real slow. Don’t worry.”
    “I’m not worried.” She nipped at his chin. “And Nick?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Don’t go slow. You weren’t the only one affected by the massage.”
    “Hmm. Let’s see.”
    He slid her panties down, off and then he touched her intimately. Opened her and found her wet. Really wet. “Oh baby, you are ready.”
    Her moan interrupted him. “No, don’t do more. I’ll come. And I want you inside me this first time.”
    “Let’s take off the bra--”
    “Nick, shut up and just do it!”
    Chuckling at her impatience, he plunged into her, missionary position which wasn’t his favorite because it wasn’t as pleasurable for women.
    Didn’t seem to bother Brie at all, though, because she came after a couple of thrusts. “Yes, Nick, yes.” Her hands gripped his arms like a lifeline. “Oh God!”
    Those were the last words he heard, the last thing was conscious of, before he rode with her into oblivion.
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    “The massage oil is for backs, Nick.”
    At the moment, he was rubbing the filmy liquid into her breasts and taking his time doing it. The sexy scent permeated Nick’s bedroom, even up to the cathedral ceiling. Brie loved this huge space with a sitting room and bath attached even more now than when he’d first carried her into it.
    “You used oil on my butt, honey.”
    “Ohhhhh…” She lifted up for more pressure, he guessed. He gave it to her.
    Though she’d come in a blinding flash of pleasure, she felt the twinges of excitement start again and her hands fisted in the striped quilt.
    He bent over and suckled her breast. “Hmm.”
    “Nick, I--”
    “Shh. I’m losing my