Cale

After securing my apron filled with my lotions and oils, I turn to the table and my heart starts pounding like crazy in my chest as I see a body, barely covered by a small towel, just waiting to be touched by me. I swallow hard while letting my eyes roam over the stiff muscles of the tanned back on display. The top of the client’s ass peeks out of the towel, displaying the roundest, firmest ass I have ever seen before . . . and the dimples in his back are making it hard for me to gain some much-needed confidence.

Doing a silly little shake in an attempt to shake my nerves off, I squirt some oil in my hands and slowly run my hands up the bottom of his back, being sure to make it feel as insanely good as I possibly can.

The feel of his muscled back beneath my fingers and the deep, undeniably sexy moan that escapes his throat almost has me turned on as I start to go lower, until I’m right above his ass.

“Go lower,” the deep voice whispers. “Take the towel off.”

I almost deny his request, when I remember that Sensual Touches is clothing optional. That’s the one thing that almost kept me from applying, but comparing the pay that you get here versus the other options, I knew what my choice had to be.

“This is new to me,” I whisper, before speaking up. “Let me know if you get uncomfortable and I’ll replace it before you flip over on your back.”

“That won’t be an issue,” he says huskily.

Keeping my moan to myself, I lower my hands down to his ass, removing the towel little by little as I continue to get lower. As soon as my hands reach the bottom of his ass, I remove the towel completely and hold back the gasp that fights to escape me.

Holy hotness . . .

Remembering that this was per his request, and that it’s fully professional to be doing this here at Sensual Touches, I grip the back of his upper thighs and massage it while rubbing my thumbs over the bottom of his tight ass, enjoying every single moment of it.

In fact, I’m enjoying it so much that I almost feel guilty. Tyler and I have been broken up for less than a week, and here I am enjoying myself as I rub on another man’s ass, listening closely for each moan that he will grace my ears with.

After spending a good, long, fifteen minutes on his ass itself, I focus my attention on the rest of his muscular body, mentally preparing myself for the rest of his gloriousness that I’ll be seeing in the flesh as soon as I finish up on his backside.

Now I understand why that Hailey chick is going to be pissed off. Massaging this stud has to be the best part of her job here. How can you not enjoy this?

Pulling my hands away, I turn away to give him some privacy. “I’m ready for you to flip over, sir. Please let me know when you’re ready.”

“I’m always ready for you, Rile.”

Fighting to catch my breath, I place my hand to my heart and slowly turn around to see that the naked stud whose ass I have been ogling over this whole time is Cale. Cale Kinley. My Cale Kinley, the one person that I’ve been so worried about seeing again and now here he is, naked and in front of me.

“Cale,” I whisper. “Holy shit. I don’t . . . I don’t know what to say. Wow. It’s you. I . . .”

Sitting up, he smiles and grabs my hand, pulling me closer to him as if it were old times again. “Get the hell over here, woman.” Pulling me into his arms, he hugs me tightly against him, while running his nose up the side of my neck. “I’ve missed you so fucking bad, girl.”

Feeling overwhelmed, my eyes water a little bit as I hold him as tightly as I can. A smile spreads across my face as we pull apart and check each other out. Luckily, he didn’t ruin me completely and decided to cover his junk up. “You look just like you did the last time I saw you, except a hell of a lot stronger and even hotter. Holy hell, you have grown up, Cale. I didn’t even recognize your voice. My Cale is a man now.”

He grabs me by the hip and squeezes. “Yeah . . . I guess you can say I’ve grown quite a bit.” He flexes his jaw as he checks me out, completely taking me all in. His striking green eyes almost melt me on the spot as I watch them. “All of me.”

I find myself swallowing hard and slightly sweating as I try to figure out what exactly he could mean by all of him. I think I know the answer to that and I have to admit that it has me turned on completely.

“You look fucking beautiful, Riley.” He bites his bottom lip and releases his grip on my hip, letting his hands brush over my ass, before he grips my upper thighs. “So damn beautiful.”

Without even thinking, I reach out and grip the blonde hair at the back of his neck. He wears it slightly shorter than he did six years ago, but still sexy as can be.

“I see you’re still the same smooth talker,” I say with laughter. “Good to know.”

He grips my thighs tighter, pulling me closer to him. “And you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Feeling myself come undone under his intense stare, I release his hair and reach for his hands, pulling them away from my thighs. “I’ve missed you, Cale.” I watch him with a smile as his eyes follow my movements to my hands. I squirt a handful of oil into my palm.

His eyes take on a darkened look and he grabs my hands, placing them to his chest, and holding them there. “Why didn’t you tell me you were back already?” He rubs his thumbs over my wrists, looking me dead in the eyes. “When did you get home?”

Letting out a small breath, I shake my head and begin rubbing my hands over his body while pushing him backward until he’s lying flat on his back. “Only two days, Cale.” I suck in a breath and try to hide the small moan as my hands explore every hard ridge of his chest and abs, attempting to continue his massage. God, this is torture right now. This is the kind of body that you only see in the damn movies. “I just wanted a week or so to get settled in first. No one knows that I’m back except for my family. You were going to be the next to know. I promise.”

He smiles up at me and I can’t help but to notice the way my heart skips a beat. That smile—seeing it right now is a painful reminder of what I’ve been missing for the past six years. The ache in my chest almost causes me to lose my composure, wondering what all I’ve missed while being away.

The only thing I’ve heard over the years is that he works at a bar. I don’t even know if he has a girlfriend. For some reason, I just couldn’t allow myself to know that bit of information, so I made Aspen promise to never tell me. Well . . . more like I threatened to choke the life out of her through the phone.