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In fact, he could get used to this kind of treatment after a hard day of hunching over a computer keyboard. She worked his shoulders, hard and deep. The woman had magic hands.
    Moving down, she treated every knot until the tension eased. She moved down farther and kneaded his lower back. A moan escaped him when she hit on one area that had been bothering him since he’d strained it during a team workout last week. It made him feel so good, so relaxed, Matt considered asking if she could come back again tomorrow for another massage.
    She slipped her hands beneath the waistband of his underwear and his breath caught in his throat. She began to work his glutes. Not shy, she dug right in while Matt held his breath. It was just another muscle. Right? He tried to convince himself of that. She worked her way lower, her well-oiled thumbs spreading his cheeks. He felt the cool air of the room hitting a private spot that he didn’t want exposed to anyone. Certainly not a stranger during a massage.
    When her fingertip pressed against his tight hole, Matt flipped over. “That’s enough. Thanks.”
    “I will do the front.” She poured more oil into her hand and Matt realized his mistake. He’d covered his rear, but he’d exposed his front.
    Before she could touch anything else, such as the burgeoning erection he prayed would stay down, he said, “No. That’s really—”
    Ignoring his protest, she reached and grabbed his arm, beginning to work on the biceps. Arms were good. Nice and safe. He could handle that. Eyes closed, he tried to relax as she glided over his chest, soothing away the tension he held there.
    Then the downward decent began again, and she slipped one hand beneath the elastic of his briefs. His eyes flew open about the same time his cock reacted to her touch.
    Her well-oiled fingers grasped him as he watched, horrified when he realized he was doing nothing to stop her. She slid her hands up and down his length until he was totally aroused and appalled.
    Matt drew in a shaky breath. “What are you doing?”
    She looked at him but her fingers never stopped. “Massage.”
    Oh, boy. As his mind reeled, he dropped his head back on the pillow. Breathing heavy, Matt argued with himself. Maybe this was just part of a normal Dubai massage. In her eyes, there could be nothing sexual about this. It was just a massage.
    Yeah, right. Just a massage during which she took her other hand and began to tug on his balls while she fisted his shaft.
    She’d do anything and everything he asked sexually—instinctively he knew. It was her job, and it was because of that he’d vowed to not take advantage of her.
    He could let her finish. It wouldn’t take very long. In spite of his thinking he didn’t want this, the feel of someone else’s hands on his dick besides his own was a really nice change. And if he sent her away now, he could risk insulting the host who’d sent her, who most likely was a member of the royal family.
    She’d already had her hands all over him. Would stopping her before he came make any difference?
    It would to him.
    Matt sat up and grabbed her wrist. “Thank you. I’m good. You can go now.”
    He watched her brow furrow. “I displease you. My apologies.”
    “No, you don’t displease me. You please me very much.” As evidenced by the protrusion tenting his briefs. “But I don’t usually have women service me like you were doing. Do you understand?”
    An expression of relief showed clearly on her face. She nodded. “Yes, I understand. I will leave you.”
    “Thank you. And, uh, thanks for the massage.” He let out a slow breath as she backed out of the room, her eyes downcast.
    The door closed and Matt flung himself backward onto the mattress, considering if he was noble or a fool. Either way, he had no intention of telling a soul about this. Not that they’d believe him anyway. A freaking harem girl. Jeez.
    Matt forced himself to sit up. He still had a situation to deal with. Grabbing the