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He switched on the light. The skylight gave inadequate light when the sun was not yet up.
He opened the cabinet and swore softly. He must have moved the damned bottle into the
bedside table when he had come home the other night. He frowned and wondered if the guest
rooms had any aspirin.
He closed the sliding mirrored door and rubbed his temples slowly. He didn't want to
disturb her again by wandering into the bedroom and rummaging through the drawer beside the
bed.
He was about to turn back toward his door when the far door opened, and he saw her
peer around the door sleepily, her red hair tousled from sleep as she rubbed her eyes in a childlike
manner. The sight of her in the doorway with her feet bare and her face flushed from sleep made
his body jerk with painful need. This did not help his pounding head.
"What on earth are you doing up at this ungodly hour? she asked with a sleepy frown.
"I left the aspirin in your bedside table. Since you are awake, too, will you get it for me?
He felt like his head would explode.
Chris frowned at him across the expanse of marble tile.  Another headache?"
He nodded slowly, not wanting to move too vigorously.
"Come on in. I'll fix that, she said quietly.
He followed her back into the bedroom where she stood beside the bed and gestured for
him to come over to stand beside her. He obeyed, wondering what on earth she had in mind.
"You can lie on the floor, or you can lie on the bed, on your belly, she said.
"You are going to play masseuse again? he asked thickly, recalling how wonderfully
relaxed her ministrations had left him last time. He lowered himself slowly to the expanse of
carpet beside the bed. He did not trust himself to lie on that bed not with a woman who smelled
like summer roses!
"Yep. She lowered her body to the floor beside him, and then she amazed him by sitting
astride his hips and pressing her palms into the small of his back hard. He heard the vertebrae in
his spine pop sickeningly, and then he felt utter relief as she worked her way up the full length of
his back to his shoulders where she began to massage the kinks out again.
He realized with a wry smile that she was now astride his back, and the feel of her bare
legs wrapped about his ribs gave him an erection that he couldn't possibly suppress! The heavenly
sensation of her slim thighs hugging his body conjured hot images of his cock plunging deep into
her as she writhed in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to roll over and lift her onto his
aching shaft and take her hard slide her clenching body down over his cock as she came for him.
He closed his eyes and calmed himself as she sent waves of gooseflesh over his skin with
each painfully exquisite squeeze of those strong, slim hands. He heard a groan of sheer pleasure
and realized it had come from his own throat as he drew a deep shuddering breath. She was
gently massaging his scalp with her fingertips, and he was wickedly contemplating the way her
thighs molded to him so nicely.
"That is marvelous, he said in a muffled tone. Good thing she could not possibly know he
was not thinking of her hands when he made that heated statement, or she might be very
shocked.
She didn't stop until his headache was gone, but in place of the maddening headache, he
had another massive problem he didn't dare get up.
She leaned back, rose from his back, and smoothed her rumpled flannel gown back down
to cover her legs.  I hope that helped."
Tonio didn't want her to stop and he didn't dare move. He wondered what she would
do if he simply rolled over and let her see what she had done to him. Let her see the hot, thick
erection that she had given him with her wonderful hands and the feel of her slim thighs astride
him. No. She would be irritated rather than interested. He decided that wouldn't be such a good
idea.
He focused his overheated mind on calming his body, forcing himself to relax and
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