Massage her, of course

Maybe he could blow off his revenge on bio-DNA and maybe he couldn't. But he couldn't blow off Nicki. Sure she could be a bit of a privileged princess but he'd always found her heart to be in the right place.

"Come on," he said.

Nicki was naked and laying on his massage table before he got his door closed. As before, she lay face up because she didn't want her boobs smashed.

"I can take a man's cock all the way down my throat without choking," she bragged.

"Impressive. I doubt I could do that." Even more he doubted he'd want to but he thought it important to let her talk.

As before, he started on her feet, slowly working up her calves.

As before, Nicki tensed up the second he left her feet and moved past her ankles. "Keep talking," he said. "Tell me what you want to shop for or what classes you're planning on taking at SMU."

She gave him a lecture on what styles were the rage in New York and totally not yet in Dallas and how she'd be so cool if she could get them. Then she told him about her SMU orientation in a month.

All the time, he worked his way up her legs, kneading hard knots from her calves and then separating the tight muscles of her quadriceps.

He moved on to her stomach and pressed against her hard tummy when she stopped in mid-sentence. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"Did what?"

"Got me talking so I'd be distracted when you touched me."

"Busted. The thing is, if you tense up when I'm massaging you, it undoes all of the work I do. So, I let you distract yourself."

"You can massage my cunt if you want."

Of course he wanted. Nicki was hot, eighteen, and his ex-boss's daughter. Turning her into a lover would open all sorts of possibilities. On the other hand, he had more than a suspicion that she would run home and be unable to keep any secrets from her parents. Especially not her father who clearly would object to anyone else working the field he'd claimed as his own.