Healed by His Touch

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Exhausted by the stress of divorcing her dominating, billionaire husband, Jessica Duncan seeks relief from a sexy Brazilian massage therapist. Marco is tall, dark and handsome, and offers a special massage service that's only available to an elite -and discreet - segment of clientele.When Marco meets Jessica, he thinks she's just another bitchy billionaire's wife looking for adventure with a hot Latin lover. But he soon realizes that underneath Jessica's polished exterior is an emotionally wounded woman with a smoldering sensuality and a curvaceous body built for lovemaking. Drawn together by an inexplicable force, the unlikely couple can't deny the heat the burns between them. Can Marco's touch heal the pain of Jessica's failed marriage - and convince her to accept his ultimate pleasure? This 9,600 word novelette is a contemporary erotic romance featuring sensual massage, dominating billionaire BDSM flashbacks, moonlight skinny dipping and steamy MF sex between a hot Latin lover and the woman who captures his heart. Mature audiences only. EXCERPT: Jessica felt warm liquid land on her lower back and Marco's hands reached lower and lower, spreading the oil across every inch of her skin. He reached beneath the sheet and massaged her buttocks, slowly circling the rounded orbs, again and again. Instinctively, Jessica relaxed her legs, silently inviting Marco to enter the opening between her cheeks. Slowly, he slid his fingers in and out, skimming across the puckered flesh and teasing the space below. Jessica's groan caused Marco's fingers to retreat, halting the sweet sensations. "Do you want me to stop?" His voice was barely a whisper."No, please don't." Marco's touch was making her burn with desire and the last thing she wanted was for him to stop."You are a very beautiful woman," Marco said. Jessica's eyes were closed but she could feel the heat in his words as he assessed her body with approval.She blushed. "Thank you." Always be polite. Daniel taught her that."Tell me what you want, Jessica." "I . . . don't know," she finally said, inwardly cursing her response. Daniel had been the dominant one in their relationship, telling her what to do and how to do it, even in the bedroom. She was used to taking directions, not giving them. After a while, Marco's touch lightened and he moved back toward her head. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned forward to whisper in her ear."Our time is up. Shall I book you another appointment a week from today?" "Yes. Thank you," Jessica replied, her voice wavering. She heard his footsteps walk toward the door and stop. "Think about what you want, Jessica. Next time, perhaps you will trust me enough to ask for what you need."