Psychic Sex by Cathleen Ross

Author:Cathleen Ross
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2007-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

The next day at the gym, I go to reception to collect Tom for his training session.

He greets me with a big smile. “Hi, Gabby. Good to see you.”

“Hi. How were you feeling after yesterday?” I stop and stare at him for a moment, trying to work out if he’s thinking about last night. I want to know if he experienced anything or if it was just some wacky dream. I certainly haven’t got over the experience myself. If anything, it really makes me want him in the flesh, but I’ve never been interested in permanent relationships.

“Bit stiff,” Tom says. “I’m sure you’ll iron that out.” He gives me a grin, but doesn’t meet my eyes.

Is he shy? Is that his problem?

I start Tom with some lunges today. I hand him his weights and show him what I want him to do. I’m waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t.

“How was your night, last night?” I ask casually.

“I picked up my Porsche,” he says as he continues lunging. I keep my hand on the small of his back so he knows how low to go.

“And?” I ask.

“Sensational,” he answers.

I give him a sharp look. Is he teasing me?

For once, I’m interested in talking, but Tom isn’t saying much other than the occasional grunt of exertion.

I see Pinky standing outside the massage room. Pinky is beside himself with desperation after I told him my story. He’s raising his waxed eye-brows and fluttering his fingers at Tom. Pinky thinks I’ve found a new portal into having irresponsible sex, which excites him tremendously, seeing as he never gets any. He’s already asked to borrow my book, which is a scary thought.

I ignore Pinky and give my attention to Tom. We move from station to station, and Tom focuses on his exercise. For once, I want a client to talk to me and he doesn’t, but he does perform every exercise to perfection. I enjoy watching him move like a well-oiled machine. It’s rare for me to get a perfectly built man.

Was last night a dream? If it was for real, did I really have the power to make Tom do what I wanted? Was it the power of that last orgasm that shook me back to my bedroom? If I held off my orgasm, would I be able to astral travel for longer?

I have too many unanswered questions. I bite my lip in frustration. My nipples are tight and I feel like rubbing them.

I look at my watch. “Time to stretch,” I say. “Lie flat on the mat.”

Tom looks up at me. “Like your tongue stud,” he says.

I grimace. “It’s a bit swollen. I’m out of action.”

I take Tom’s leg in my hands, bend it at the knee and push it across his body to give his cute butt a stretch. His tee shirt rides up a little on his back as I push his knee further towards the floor.

He has fingernail marks on his back.

I run my finger over the mark.

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