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[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!]

The lights in the living room became dim after the blackout curtains in the house slid close and Lucas placed his hands on Imani's shoulders, beginning to make long, slow, gliding strokes on them. She slowly inhaled as her entire body tingled while her face became warm and she pressed her lips together. Her skin was soft, really soft, and the strokes he was making on her shoulders kept moving the straps of her camisole till it slipped off her shoulders. Neither of them moved them back into place.

She had asked him to give her a massage after he took a shower and ordered food from a restaurant in town because her shoulder muscles felt tight and he agreed. She now realized that she didn't think it through because his hands gliding on her shoulders were beginning to make heat pool between her thighs, making her press them together.