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She continued for another twenty minutes. Throughout that time, he gave soft moans, and his breathing grew deeper.

If he had remained awake, she would've turned him onto his back and flossed the nerve again, but sleep was important to relax his body. Though, if he slept flat on his belly, his lower back would hurt tomorrow.

She moved off the bed. Because she wanted him comfortable, she carefully pulled the jeans that were bunched around his knees off him. His boxers ended up around his thighs and she worked them off, too.

In her line of work, she'd seen men in all stages of dress and undress. It came with the job. Abare ass was nothing new. Except it was Dio's ass.

She inhaled deeply at the end of the bed, assessing the problem. The last thing she wanted to do was wake him up.

She spotted a whiskey bottle on the nightstand. Shaking her head, she should've known he'd self-medicate. That seemed to be the way of the world for Havlin members.

Stepping alongside the bed, she rubbed his back to see if she could rouse him enough to prop him up on his side. When he failed to wake, she placed her hand between his knees and pulled his leg up and to the side until his knee bent, propping his hip up.

That's all she could do. It was better than nothing. He outweighed her by eighty pounds. Without some help on his part, she couldn't move his dead weight.

The comforter was beneath him since he was on top of the bed. She walked out of the bedroom and opened the hall closet. There were no extra blankets, but he had a rolled up sleeping bag that she could use to cover him up.

She tucked him in. Then, she gathered her lotion, zipped up her bag, and shut off the bedroom light.

But she never stepped out of the room. What if he needed her in the middle of the night? What if he had to get up and use the bathroom and couldn't manage to get out of bed? After a deep tissue massage, it was common for clients to become unsteady on their feet because they were too relaxed.

She returned to the room, put her bag on his dresser, and dug out her phone. Making sure heralarm was set early enough in the morning so she could get home and take a shower before she had to go out on appointments; she then texted Mariah so she wouldn't worry about her not coming back to the apartment.

She kicked off her sneakers. Not wanting to sleep in her clothes, she opened the dresser and took one of Dio's shirts. She quickly changed using the light from her phone and then got in bed on the far side, giving Dio plenty of room in the king-size bed.

Chapter Five

A warm leg hugged Dio's hip. He trailed his hand down the curve and cupped the plush, round ass. His cock pulsed to life, and he stretched his legs, pressing into the comfort offered to him.

A twinge in his lower back woke him up to yesterday's reality. Fuck.

He rubbed his hand over his face and opened his eyes. Looking down at his chest, he instantly recognized the bourbon-colored hair spread over the bed. His heart pounded, trying to recollect what had happened.

He'd hurt his back.

He'd called Skye.

She gave him a massage.

Shit.

"Skye." He removed her leg from around him and pushed her away from his chest. "Get up."

His back forgotten, he rolled out of bed. The discomfort was much less than it was yesterday. He only felt stiff and sore. Stiffer than anything waking up with Skye.

On the bed, Skye remained sleeping. He looked down at himself. His cock pulsed with his morning wood. What had happened to his clothes?

He found his jeans on the floor. His boxers were several feet away. He glanced back at the Skye, and his gut tightened. She wore one of his shirts. Hisgaze traveled down her body. The thin string of a black thong hid nothing from him. His balls tightened. He whipped his gaze away from her plump ass. Maverick was going to kill him.

Pulling on boxers and jeans, he found his phone and looked at the time. Five-thirty in the morning. He was scheduled to go out at noon.

He walked over to the bed and brushed Skye's hair off her face. His gut tightened. She'd turned toward his hand.

"Skye?" He strummed her cheek. "Time to get up."

"Mm?" Her body uncurled, and she rolled onto her back, stretching her legs and raising her arms above her head.

His shirt was tangled around her ribcage. He gazed at her flat stomach and the small black triangle covering her pussy. He shook his head, knowing what he was doing was wrong.