It isn’t that state trooper Mitch Adams doesn’t trust his boyfriend Daryl Danson. They’ve been in an exclusive relationship for eight years, the last five of which they’ve lived together. He knows Daryl isn’t interested in other guys, and he knows Daryl loves him.<br><br>But Mitch doesn’t like the fact that Daryl, a physical therapist turned professional masseuse, spends his working hours touching other people’s bodies. It’s hard to understand that the loving massages he receives in the bedroom aren’t the norm, especially since he’s never had a professional massage.<br><br>Mitch decides to do a little investigative work and discover for himself what exactly happens in the massage parlor. But when Daryl finds out about the appointment, he decides to give his lover a rub-down Mitch won’t soon forget.

Rub Me the Right Way

Feeling naked despite his underwear, Mitch climbed onto the table. It was sturdier than it appeared, and the warmth rising up from the padding made his muscles melt. He lay on his back and felt as if his whole body had just let go. For a long moment, he savored the sensation, then he remembered the sheet and had to pull it out from under him before he could cover himself. The cushion took some positioning to get just right under his knees, but then he was ready.


Did he have to call her or something? Had she said? He couldn’t remember…


Relax.Yes, he remembered her saying that. On the heated table, cocooned between the warm padding and the warm sheet, he felt as if he could maybe finally loosen up a little. The dim lighting helped. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep. He just might enjoy this after all.


Chapter 7