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When her strong fingers began massaging his shoulder, his heartbeat became erratic. His breathing accelerated. His mind was swept clean of all thought save one. He wanted more. He was desperate to feel her hands touching him everywhere.

He clenched his teeth to keep from crying out. Clenched his hands into fists to keep from dragging her into his arms and taking what he wanted.

“You haven’t been moving your arm as you should,” AnnaClaire said.

“And how would you know that?”

“Because I can feel a knot of tension here.” She kneaded his flesh, and he bent his head forward slightly to give her easier access. “And here.” She pressed her thumbs over his stiff shoulder, working the flesh in firm but gentle strokes.

“Perhaps the tension is from something other than pain.”

“And what would that be?”

He sighed, as much in pleasure as frustration. “I’ll leave you to figure that one for yourself, my lady….”