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But Dio wasn't a client.

She dreamt about being with him, and now she would have her hands on his body. Giving him a massage was never one of her fantasies until now.

Without looking—okay, she looked. He wore black boxers that hugged his ass. She stepped to the bed, put the bottle on the mattress in front of her, and guided him on the easiest way to roll over. The only problem she hadn't foreseen was that she'd moved him to the middle of the bed. If she had him on her portable table, she could freely move around him. On the bed, it made it more difficult.

"I'm going to have to get on the bed again." She climbed up beside him. "I'll try not to make the bed move too much."

He grunted.

She eyed his bare back. The Havlin Motorcycle Club tattoo took up most of the surface. That wasn't a surprise to her. She'd seen all his tattoos at one time or another. Plus, he had the customary dragon on his shoulder, respecting the Mother Chapter.

Pulling the back of his jeans down past his ass, she was thankful that there was no table. If she'd followed procedures, she'd need to use a sheet and would miss out on seeing his body.

She picked up the bottle of lotion andsqueezed some in her hands. "This could be a little cold. I'll try to warm it up before I put my hands on your back."

She used a lot, knowing she'd need to massage his back and down his gluteus maximus to find his trigger point. If she could figure out where the nerve was compressed, she'd be more successful at helping him become pain-free.

"I'm going to touch you now. Try to stay relaxed. Let me know if lying on your stomach makes the pain worse."

"Just do what you got to do." He turned his head on the mattress.

She placed her hands on his lower back and fluidly spread the lotion on his skin to give her a better work surface. He was muscular and hard.

The tension underneath her fingers held him in the grip of pain. She moved her thumbs along his spine, eliciting a moan from Dio.

She stilled. "Did that hurt?"

"Nah."

She smiled, knowing he couldn't see her. There were so many things she could do to him, and he'd enjoy it. She'd seen her massages take a man out of the throws of pain until they wept with thankfulness.

Not all her sessions were like that. Sometimes, she could only comfort someone for the half hour or the hour they paid for, but her clients looked forward to that time with her weekly.

Life wasn't meant to be lived with chronic pain. She hoped to help put a few more minutes of pleasure into the lives of her clients.

Ever since she heard her real mother had died in a house explosion where they were cooking methamphetamine, she wanted to do something good for people who struggled in pain. She was sure her mother lived in a world where she tried to escape. Whether that was a mental health problem or a painful past, her mother relied on drugs to bring her pleasure.

Skye wanted to bring pleasure into other's lives in a healthy way. An honest way.

She only wished her mom had some way to find what she needed without resorting to a lifestyle that eventually killed her.

Aunt Brooke taught her everything she knew about her mom and never hid the truth once she was old enough to understand. Because Aunt Brooke went out of her way to raise her, she, too, wanted to do better and help others.

Skye moved her hands down to the top of Dio's ass and spanned her fingers, pushing her thumbs into the muscle that covered the nerve. If she could get him loose enough, he'd feel better.

He groaned. She stilled.

"Don't stop," he muttered into the mattress.

She concentrated on the trigger points. It was harder to find the spots on him than on her clients. He had a muscular ass, making her work at finding his connective tissue difficult—she glanced up, making sure he still had his eyes closed.

Taking her time, she worked her thumbs down the path of his sciatic nerve until she reached the side of his thigh.

His leg twitched. She eased back, using herfingers with a lighter pressure. Throughout the manipulations, he remained still. She wanted him to stay relaxed and not fight the process. He was doing great. Unlike other clients she'd had, Dio had no problem getting used to her touching him.

She worked her way up, stopping to deep tissue massage the route. Throughout the session, she kept her hands in the proper places. She never let her fingers wander. However, it was hard not to caress him when his muscles flexed.

A light snore broke the silence. She leaned over him without moving on the bed. His eyes were closed, and his mouth slightly open. Her stomach fluttered, giving her goosebumps. He wasn't the first person to fall asleep when she gave him a massage, but she hadn't even explained the sleeping positions he should lay in to ease the pressure on his lower back.