Was Madison blushing? “Nah. You would do the same for me if my neck was tense.” Madison took a deep breath as if she needed to prepare herself mentally for the task and then sat down on the edge of the bed. Slowly, she took the bottle of oil from the nightstand and let some oil drip on Sherry’s back.

She sucked in a breath.

“Sorry,” Madison mumbled, placing the bottle back on the nightstand. Gently, she started rubbing the oil onto her back.

Sherry didn’t dare to breathe for fear she would moan. God, that feels heavenly. Madison’s hands slid skillfully over the sensitive skin of her lower back before applying pressure to the knotted places. “Wow, you’re tense all over your back.” With her thumbs, she slid up the outer edges of her spine until she circled the area between her shoulder blades.

Sherry couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Ah! Yeah, right there!” Her eyes snapped open. When had they fallen shut?

Madison paused before getting on with it a few seconds later.

Sherry’s pulse was racing and not just because Madison was working on her body with her very talented hands, touching places that Sherry hadn’t even known existed. A totally inappropriate pulsing had begun between her legs and was increasing by the minute, but damn, this was pleasant. Her body reacted in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time, if ever. It was a secret pleasure she would never admit to anybody.

Her eyes fell shut again when Madison’s hands reached the place where her shoulders met her neck.

“Jesus, no wonder you’re in so much pain. It feels as if you’ve been working in a quarry.”

A smile stole onto Sherry’s lips. “Almost. It was your coffee bar, boss.”

Madison’s massage stopped. She bent down, and Sherry could feel her hot breath on her neck when she said, “I guess if you work so hard for me, you deserve to get a raise.”

Even though Madison sat back up immediately, the pulsing between Sherry’s legs got more insistent and goose bumps spread all over her body.

“Are you cold?”

Relief flooded her. She thinks it’s from the temperature in the room. Surprising given how hot the bedroom was right now and that Madison, who was so experienced with women, hadn’t thought of the most obvious cause for Sherry’s physical reaction. But who was she to tell her otherwise? “Just a little bit. Go ahead.” Forever, if I have any say in this.

Madison continued with her skilled hands, and with each passing moment, her touches seemed to become softer.

Sherry clenched her teeth when her nipples hardened. God!

God! Why had she come up with the totally stupid idea of offering Sherry a massage?