Time to grease these goddamn wheels. “Okay. Can I do something for you first?” She pushes her hair out of her eyes, looking shifty. “Like what?” Goosebumps rise on her flesh as I trail my fingers down her arm, watching her body clench in response. “Let me give you a massage. These fingers are good at more than playing the piano.” That earns a surly remark. “I’ve been made aware.” “I’m not talking about anything sexual,” I insist, although…let’s face it. We’ll see. “Come on, we’ve got a nice buzz going. I know you’re still upset, but at least let me help you relax.” Leaning in, I whisper into
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