Skye finally finds out what a “full service” massage really means.
Before moving to Nashville a year ago, life was about as exciting as doing laundry on a Saturday night. But then Blake Jackson walks into Skye’s world. Six feet of hard, corded muscle and gorgeous, blue eyes, he’s a dream come true. Unfortunately, he’s also her masseur and therefore strictly off-limits.
But having his hands all over her during her massage makes it impossible to keep pure thoughts. She wants a happy ending. The only question is, who will make the first move? If Blake doesn’t, then Skye may have to take things into her own hands.
(This explicit, 4,600 word story is intended for adult readers only)