My oiled hands are on Cassian’s lower back, his cock is getting hard against the mattress and I’m trying everything in my willpower to pretend I don’t notice.

Let me rewind.

The basketball team won tonight, and three of the starting frontcourt texted me at midnight to come to their hotel room immediately.

I’m the team physiotherapist. I’ve been traveling with these men for three months, taping their ankles, icing their knees, keeping my hands professional and my eyes above the waistline while my brain does something very different.

So when the text came through, I told myself I was going because it was my job. I packed my massage...