I hold my arm along the wall behind me, stretching the way Eloise showed me. Since my physio session with her, I’ve religiously done all my stretches three times as often as she said to do them.

It’s paying off. My shoulder hasn’t felt this good in months. I have another session with her today. It’s only Wednesday, but I changed my appointment from Thursday because I couldn’t wait another day to see her again. Actually, I didn’t cancel the Thursday appointment. I figure two physio sessions with her is even better than one.

My phone rings, and I step away from the wall to get it from the coffee table. It’s Kaylee. I hit ignore, and set the phone back on the table. She can fuck off. I paid her, there’s no need for me to ever talk to her again.

Going back to the wall, I do some more stretches. The text message notification dings a minute later, and I pick up the phone to read it.

I’m working for Marshall now. Thought you’d want to know.

No, Kaylee, I don’t need to know that you work for Marshall. I don’t care that you’ve joined Hell in a Needle. I don’t care about you at all. I don’t feel the need to tell her that.

Setting the phone back on the table, I head to the bathroom for a quick shower before my appointment with Eloise.

As the water runs over my head, a thought strikes me. Should I warn Marshall about Kaylee? Even if he is the biggest cocksucker on the planet? Fuck him.

My mind turns to Eloise, and my dick springs to life. If I take care of it now, it might behave itself during physio. Wrapping my hand around it, I stroke it, picturing myself pulling Eloise’s ponytail.

The fantasy morphs into the feel of her hands on my back and then I laugh. I can’t stop thinking about how much I enjoy being with her.

I don’t know what I want more, to fuck her or an actual relationship.

The longer I tug on my cock, the more I realize that it’s Eloise I want, all of her. She will be mine in every sense of the word.

Her pussy, spread for me that first day, takes over my brain, and tingles coat my skin. Another stroke and cum erupts from my cock, giving me the release I need before I see her.

Maybe I can get through today’s session without having a painfully hard erection.

After drying off and dressing, I pick up my keys and phone, ready to go to Eloise.

There is another text from Kaylee.

Did you see my text about me working for Marshall at Hell in a Needle?

Rolling my eyes, I type a quick message back.

Good luck to you. Now leave me alone. I’m blocking your number.

She’s lucky that’s all I’m doing. I should be reporting her to the cops. Once again I wonder if I should be warning Marshall about her or not.

Fiddling around on the phone, I figure out how to block her number. Good riddance to her.

I hop on my bike and make my way to sweet Eloise, my Jewel.

When I arrive at the office, the chick behind the counter, Marcy, drops the papers she was holding.

“Back again?” she asks, her voice half breathy and half nervous.

I don’t know if she’s flirting with me or not. She flicks her hair. It’s definitely flirting. In her dreams.

“I’ll take a seat,” I say, winking.

Eloise appears a few minutes later, smiling. My heart thuds at the sight of her. It’s going to be a struggle to control myself.

“Follow me,” she says.

I want to tell her that I liked it better when she said ‘come with me’, but I vowed to be on my best behavior today.

“How’s the shoulder?” she asks, shutting the door to the room behind us.

“Much better. Those stretches are really helping.”

“You’ve been doing the stretches?” she asks, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

“That surprises you?”

She shrugs. “Most people don’t.”

“I’m not most people.”

“Let’s check your range.”

I follow her instructions as she tells me to move my arms around. Her face is serious with concentration the entire time, her soft lips moving left and right while she thinks. I struggle to stop from pulling her against me and kissing her.

“Take your shirt off and lie face down,” she says.

A massive grin pushes across my face. They’re words straight from my fantasies. I’ve been thinking about them all week. Thank fuck I took care of my dick in the shower, or it’d be rock hard right now. Instead, it’s only semi.

Eloise ignores her notes and watches me as I grab the hem of my shirt. I try to grab her eyes, but her gaze is fixed on my stomach. I lift my shirt a little, exposing my abs, and her mouth quivers with a smile.

I open my mouth to crack a comment, but bite my tongue. Today is all about making her comfortable with me.

She watches intently as I pull off my shirt the rest of the way. With my shirt in my hand, I lock my eyes on hers, and we stand motionless for a moment.

My dick stiffens, and I break the gaze and lie down before she notices the massive bulge in my pants.

Through the face hole in the table, I watch her feet. She moves to the wall shelf, then back to me. Positioning herself at the top of the table, the toes of her shoes are directly under my eyes.

I wait, ready for her to run her hands over me the way she did last week, but she remains motionless. What is she thinking? Is she chickening out of touching me again?

The air in the small room charges, getting more electric with each passing moment.

And then she lays her hands on me.

My body jolts from head to toe. The thin paper under me rips under my sudden movement.

Her hands don’t move from my back. It’s as though they’re stuck to me, unable to pull away.

Eloise adjusts her feet, and begins the deep tissue massage along my shoulder blade. I fight to keep my mind off of her. From all the ways I’d like her to touch me, and for me to touch her.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t help the raging hard-on in my pants.

“Thought any more about how to fix your problem?” I ask, all attempt at keeping control gone with her touch on my body.

“As a matter of fact, I have.”

“Really?” I ask, genuinely surprised.

“Yes. I’ve been thinking a lot about it since I last saw you, and I think you’re right.”

“By right, you mean you want my help?”

Her hands stop moving, and she pauses. “Yeah, I think maybe I do.”

Holy fucking hell. I can’t believe she just said that. If I was hard a second ago, now my dick is so hard it hurts like a son of a bitch. I can’t even adjust myself, as any movement near it is likely to end up as a mess in my pants.

Neither of us says anything else as she works on my shoulder. Even though I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist me for long, her words just changed everything.

My mind races through the possibilities.

“Okay, sit up,” she says, tapping my back.

I sit up, unconcerned about my raging erection.

Eloise wraps my arm around her back, the same way she did last week. My exposed skin prickles from her nearness. But there’s one resolution of mine I won’t forget – this isn’t just going to be about sex.

Our eyes lock as she rocks her body back and forth, teasing me with her lips.

As much as I’d like to rip off her clothes right here, I’m good. I behave myself. But I can’t hold off for much longer.

On an inward rock, I squeeze my arm around her, and bring her head close to mine. My nostrils fill with her fruity shampoo, and I’m overcome with the urge to rip out her ponytail holder. I want to see her hair wild around her face, not the carefully tied back way it always is.

Our noses are close, our lips within contact distance. Eloise’s breathing is rapid against my arm.

I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want Eloise Hutchinson right now.