away.
"You never answered my question," he softly said from behind her. "Can you work me in for a massage?"
Oh, I would love to work you all over, her traitorous mind taunted her. Surely a man who knew Gemma Rawlings, a sweet, kindly lady, wasn't a rapist. The thought of being alone with him made her pulse race, her nipples tighten, and a moan of desire almost escaped her lips. Her decision made, Cassie locked the door. Taking a deep breath to bolster her nerves, she turned around to face Gabe.
She smiled as she replied, "Sure, I'll do you."
* * * * *
Gabe's heart began to throb, as did other parts of him. Cassie looked sexy as hell leaning against the glass door of Casa de Massage. When she offered to "do" him, he thought she only meant the massage, yet he sensed more. An undercurrent of sexual desire flowed between them.
He glanced at her from head to toe, then finally returned his attention to her face and smiled. "Good. I do appreciate you're taking the time to work me in."
"I'm sure you do." She pushed her body away from the door. "Follow me, and I'll show you where I want you."
Want you. The innuendo sent his lust skyrocketing.
Gabe trailed Cassie, watching her hips sway seductively as they walked down the darkened hallway. The heavy cloud cover outside had muted the lighting in the room.
"Here." She opened a door and ushered him into the same room they'd been in the other day. Cool air hit Gabe, and he suspected he'd probably freeze his balls off once he shucked his clothes.
He bet it wouldn't take long for Cassie to warm him up.
"I'll give you a moment while I make sure everything is secure. That'll give you time to get out of your clothes." She motioned to the towel-clad table that was the center of the room. "I hope you enjoy your massage."
The smile in her eyes contained a sensuous flame, and his groin began to burn as the throbbing increased. Suddenly he didn't know whether he wanted to be down to the thin barrier of his briefs in front of her. While he lusted after her, he had to remind himself he was on business, even if the job was an undercover assignment.
"I'll be back," she said, before turning around and exiting the room.
Gabe watched her leave, his mind swirling with mixed emotions. He wanted to prove Cassie ran a legitimate business that provided nothing more than massages. He didn't buy the accusations of impropriety. After discussing the case with their bosses, they agreed Gabe would be the one to make contact. Both Chaz and he had ruled out wiring him, as it'd be impossible to place the wires on Gabe in a secure way. Instead, he planned to play things cool and find out if she propositioned him beyond the massage services. He hadn't banked on his desire for Cassie to burn out of control once again.
Climbing onto the table, he sat for a moment, concentrating to get his cock under control. Damn, Cassie was hot, the way her gorgeous body swayed as she walked down the hallway. He'd sworn her tits had tightened as she looked at him a few minutes ago.
But what really turned him on was the way she blew hot and cold. Her behavior left him hotter than an out of control forest fire. He always liked to be the guy chasing the girl, and she certainly didn't make it easy for him.
However, if he didn't get his libido under control, he might ruin the investigation and send it up in smoke.
Gabe started to sit up, the towel over his groin, but paused as the door opened.
His gaze met hers as she stood at the entryway. The darkened hallway behind her contrasted sharply with the muted light in the room, silhouetting her body, making her appear almost ethereal and innocent.
Somehow, he didn't think Cassie was an innocent in the act of sex. .
She licked her lips, making him conscious for the first time that she appeared nervous. Up until now, she'd been very much in control of herself. Now, he wasn't sure.
The door clicked behind her. Instead of coming over to him, she turned around to face the
"You never answered my question," he softly said from behind her. "Can you work me in for a massage?"
Oh, I would love to work you all over, her traitorous mind taunted her. Surely a man who knew Gemma Rawlings, a sweet, kindly lady, wasn't a rapist. The thought of being alone with him made her pulse race, her nipples tighten, and a moan of desire almost escaped her lips. Her decision made, Cassie locked the door. Taking a deep breath to bolster her nerves, she turned around to face Gabe.
She smiled as she replied, "Sure, I'll do you."
* * * * *
Gabe's heart began to throb, as did other parts of him. Cassie looked sexy as hell leaning against the glass door of Casa de Massage. When she offered to "do" him, he thought she only meant the massage, yet he sensed more. An undercurrent of sexual desire flowed between them.
He glanced at her from head to toe, then finally returned his attention to her face and smiled. "Good. I do appreciate you're taking the time to work me in."
"I'm sure you do." She pushed her body away from the door. "Follow me, and I'll show you where I want you."
Want you. The innuendo sent his lust skyrocketing.
Gabe trailed Cassie, watching her hips sway seductively as they walked down the darkened hallway. The heavy cloud cover outside had muted the lighting in the room.
"Here." She opened a door and ushered him into the same room they'd been in the other day. Cool air hit Gabe, and he suspected he'd probably freeze his balls off once he shucked his clothes.
He bet it wouldn't take long for Cassie to warm him up.
"I'll give you a moment while I make sure everything is secure. That'll give you time to get out of your clothes." She motioned to the towel-clad table that was the center of the room. "I hope you enjoy your massage."
The smile in her eyes contained a sensuous flame, and his groin began to burn as the throbbing increased. Suddenly he didn't know whether he wanted to be down to the thin barrier of his briefs in front of her. While he lusted after her, he had to remind himself he was on business, even if the job was an undercover assignment.
"I'll be back," she said, before turning around and exiting the room.
Gabe watched her leave, his mind swirling with mixed emotions. He wanted to prove Cassie ran a legitimate business that provided nothing more than massages. He didn't buy the accusations of impropriety. After discussing the case with their bosses, they agreed Gabe would be the one to make contact. Both Chaz and he had ruled out wiring him, as it'd be impossible to place the wires on Gabe in a secure way. Instead, he planned to play things cool and find out if she propositioned him beyond the massage services. He hadn't banked on his desire for Cassie to burn out of control once again.
Climbing onto the table, he sat for a moment, concentrating to get his cock under control. Damn, Cassie was hot, the way her gorgeous body swayed as she walked down the hallway. He'd sworn her tits had tightened as she looked at him a few minutes ago.
But what really turned him on was the way she blew hot and cold. Her behavior left him hotter than an out of control forest fire. He always liked to be the guy chasing the girl, and she certainly didn't make it easy for him.
However, if he didn't get his libido under control, he might ruin the investigation and send it up in smoke.
Gabe started to sit up, the towel over his groin, but paused as the door opened.
His gaze met hers as she stood at the entryway. The darkened hallway behind her contrasted sharply with the muted light in the room, silhouetting her body, making her appear almost ethereal and innocent.
Somehow, he didn't think Cassie was an innocent in the act of sex. .
She licked her lips, making him conscious for the first time that she appeared nervous. Up until now, she'd been very much in control of herself. Now, he wasn't sure.
The door clicked behind her. Instead of coming over to him, she turned around to face the
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