THE MAFIA BOSS OPENED THE WRONG DOOR—AND SAW THE ONE WOMAN HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WANT

than intended.

He obeyed.

I washed my hands and warmed oil between my palms.

“It might hurt at first. Tell me if it becomes unbearable.”

“Do what you need to.”

I placed my hands on his back.

The contact was electric.

Warm skin.

Muscles hard as stone.

The slightest shiver beneath my palms.

“Relax,” I said.

“Trying,” he murmured.

I began to work, searching for knots,continue reading …