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shoulders, a slight tingling began. Jezebel sighed. If there was a way to bottle what Ramsey was doing with his hands, what he was making her feel, and sell it, they’d both be exceedingly rich.
    “How does that feel?”
    “Go— Great . What is that?”
    “Eucalyptus oil.”
    “Mmhhmm.” His thumbs dug into her shoulders and gently stroked the ache away.
    “I’m removing your towel now.”
    “Mmmhh.”
    He chuckled, and then his hands were sliding down her back, her spine, and caressing her lower back. He increased the pressure and she moaned in pain.
    “I’m sorry. Pain has to come before the tension is relieved.” When she tensed, he lowered his voice and breathed, “Relax, Jezebel.”
    Gradually, she did, and as his fingers dug deep, her back muscles began to ease. His hands next went to her buttocks. He squeezed and kneaded until she was moaning not so much from relief, but from pleasure. Her sex, traitorous thing that didn’t understand the concept of “rest,” wept for him. His hands slid to her thighs, and as with her back, there was pain...but it faded with his ministrations...and gradually became pleasurable.
    When he told her to turn over, she obeyed. His hands worked her breasts, and she closed her eyes, and let herself feel. He didn’t comment on her stiff nipples, and neither did she. His hands stroked her belly, her thighs, and then he moved away. Water turned on; he was by the sink again, washing his hands.
    “Is that it?” she wondered aloud.
    “Do you want more?”
    “Yes.”
    “What more?” He suddenly stood above her, staring down at her. “I’ve eased the tension in your shoulders...your back...your legs.”
    She nodded and swallowed. “You’re right.”
    “I can ease more...if you let me.”
    “What are you going to do?” She looked to his pants, and the rapidly growing bulge.
    Ramsey clucked his tongue. Slowly, he shook his head, and smirked. “You can’t handle that type of relief...just yet.”
    Jezebel swallowed. “What else?”
    “There are other ways to ease tension.” He ran a finger across one of her extended nipples and she gasped. “Should I try to ease you, Jezebel?”
    She nodded. “Yes.”
    His smile was the only warning she had before his hand slid down her belly to her smooth triangle. She inhaled sharply.
    “Open your legs, Jezebel.”
    His voice was velvety but she saw it for what it was: a command. She could be difficult and refuse but she wasn’t doing herself any favors. Jezebel parted her thighs.
    “Good girl.”
    A finger traced down, separating her folds and circling her clitoris. She gasped and closed her eyes.
    “How does it feel?”
    Did he really her to answer?
    “Jezebel?”
    She moaned. “Good.”
    “Just good ?”
    She nodded.
    His finger left her.
    “Why’d you move—oh!” His finger returned, and this time, it was covered with something slick. He gently massaged it in, and then he moved away and went to the sink.
    As her button pulsed, Jezebel realized what he’d used. Red cream. Again.
    She bit her lip to keep from crying out, from begging him to finish it, but eventually, her body became too demanding, and she hissed, “What are you waiting for?”
    The water turned off and he came to stand above her, a smirk on his lips. She wanted to wipe it off. “Sometimes, the best way to ease tension is to let it build.”
    She shuddered as her nub grew demanding, seeming to expand away from her body. Jezebel bit out, “How long?”
    “As long as you can take it.” His hands were suddenly on her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, his thumbs flicking her nipples. “When you can’t take it anymore, you’ll let me know.”
    His hands released her breasts and he began to gently caress her sides, her belly, as if she wasn’t in dire need of his fingers on her clit. Deciding she’d had enough, and he was being a tease, Jezebel lifted her hand to ease the ache herself...but he caught it, brought it to his lips, and placed it