"Sure, in a little bit, right now I'm busy." He emphasized his point by slipping his hands under the sides of my sleeveless top and now rubbing my bare skin.

"Oh, that's the spot." I groaned when he massaged just below my shoulder blades.

He worked his hands back up to the tops of my shoulders, his fingers now rubbing the front of them while his thumbs worked the back. Paul's grip was pleasantly firm, using just enough pressure to feel good, but not hurt and looking in the mirror I watched him standing behind me.

I blinked at an unwanted image of earlier. I envisioned Rick, then Derek behind...