Free Healed by His Touch by Lydia Litt Page A

Hot
    Oil Massage that’s to die for. It’s not on
    the main service list, so you have to ask
    for it - and tip accordingly. I get one from
    Marco every week and it’s a very
    satisfying experience if you know what I
    mean.” Angela winked before closing her
    eyes and licking her lips for effect.
    For the wealthy, nothing was out of
    reach, including a Hot Oil Massage that
    wasn’t offered to the average customer.
    Angela’s tipping reference and subtle
    sexual innuendo made it clear that
    Marco’s special massage service was
    only available to an elite - and discrete -
    segment of clientele.
    Jessica was intrigued. She had to admit
    that normally-uptight Angela did seem
    more relaxed lately. Besides, rich men got
    massages-with-benefits all the time! So
    when her friend handed her a business
    card for The Neighborhood Salon with
    Marco’s name and hours scribbled on the
    back, she vowed to make an appointment.
    “Trust me,” Angela stated, “one session
    with Marco and you’ll be better than new
    and back in the game.”
    Jessica’s thoughts were interrupted by
    a tap on the shoulder. “Are you Mrs.
    Duncan?” a deep voice with a Latin
    American accent asked. She twisted
    around and looked up. Tanned skin, rich
    brown eyes and brilliant white teeth
    looked back at her, warm, exotic,
    deliciously sexy. “I am Marco. Are you
    Mrs. Duncan?” he repeated. Jessica
    nodded, getting to her feet while
    collecting her composure.
    “Please, call me Jessica,” she said
    warmly, offering her hand in greeting, a
    move she had perfected during her
    marriage to Daniel when entertaining his
    clients and colleagues was a regular
    occurrence.
    Instead of shaking her hand as
    expected, Marco took her fingers and
    gently guided them toward his full mouth,
    grazing the back of her hand with his lips.
    “It is a pleasure to meet you Jessica,” he
    said, making direct eye contact and
    holding her gaze just a bit longer than
    appropriate.
    Marco had classic tall, dark and
    handsome good looks with a commanding
    six-foot-two frame and broad, strong
    shoulders. The wetness Jessica felt earlier
    when thinking of Daniel and the paddle
    brush returned with a surge. Damn! It had
    been a long time.
    “Let me show you to my treatment
    room.” With her fingertips still in his
    hand, Marco guided Jessica to a room at
    the back of the house-salon. She clutched
    her Birkin bag to her chest, wondering
    with both anxiety and excitement what
    Angela had gotten her into. As she stepped
    into Marco’s treatment room, however,
    her fear was replaced with wonder.
    The oasis before her was nothing like
    the rest of the folksy salon. The room was
    large and had a small bathroom off to one
    side. In the center was Marco’s massage
    table. A closet without doors revealed
    shelves stocked neatly with sheets and
    towels in neutral colors, along with
    bolster pillows, an array of lotions, oils
    and other supplies. Incense burned on a
    desk in the corner, filling the room with a
    heady, seductive scent. Several large
    plants made the room seem almost alive,
    and two large windows were covered, but
    allowed filtered sunlight to enter the
    space.
    “Do you like it?” Marco asked,
    gesturing to the room in general.
    “Very much,” Jessica replied. “I’ve
    had many massages before, but never in a
    room quite like this.”
    “I am glad that it meets with your
    approval.” Marco moved toward Jessica.
    “Tell me,” he said, removing her cardigan
    and laying it over his arm, “what kind of
    massage do you prefer?”
    The incidental touch made Jessica’s
    heart race and the thought of having
    Marco’s hands on her naked flesh caused
    her to hesitate before answering. She was
    about to ask for something risque and was
    unsure if she could follow through. But
    when Marco smiled in encouragement, she
    said, “My friend, Angela, is a client of
    yours and told me to ask for your special
    Hot Oil Massage.”
    “Ah yes, a very good choice,”