Chapter 9

I let out a hiss.

“You’re really tight,” he murmured.

And I tried not to hear any innuendos there.

Zach tugged at the hem of my T-shirt. “Take this off.”

I didn’t know if that was such a good idea. “Zach—”

But he was already yanking it up my torso toward my arms, and I found myself lifting them to let him pull the shirt off over my head. Once more his hands were on my shoulders, squeezing. I sucked in a breath.

“Still sore?”

“Yeah.” That seemed like a better thing to admit to than that his hands on me were working another kind of magic. I could feel my cock getting hard.

His hands moved to my shoulder blades and then the middle of my back. “Should have brought my oils.”

That’s right. Zach had been a massage therapist years ago when he was still in law school. That was how he had paid for much of it. Not that he’d ever given me a massage back then. He’d always claimed he didn’t give out freebies. “You still keep oils?”

“Mm-hmm. Comes in handy.”