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underwear on.”
    “No happy endings?”
    “Strictly professional,” he warned. “I’ll be right back.” He ducked out of the room to give Jeremy privacy while he undressed. And to give himself some much needed distance.
    “Everything okay?” Barry Pearson, his business partner and fellow RMT asked casually as he passed in the corridor.
    “Yeah, fine.”
    “I know this is a difficult time—.”
    Erik cut him off with a shake of his head and a look of warning. His colleagues knew he didn’t want to talk about George. This was his sanctuary, his place to escape all that. If they didn’t understand, that was their problem.
    Barry raised his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, but if you ever need anything…”
    “Got it.”
    After giving Jeremy another minute or two, Erik took a deep, fortifying breath and went back into the room. He had a hard time figuring out whether he was relieved or disappointed to find Jeremy had obeyed his instructions and lay face down on the table with the blanket modestly covering his lower half.
    Erik silently oiled up and began working out the knots in Jeremy’s shoulders and trapezius muscles.
    “How have you been?” Jeremy asked, his voice muffled by the face cradle.
    “Me? Fine.”
    “You look tired.”
    “It’s been a tough couple of weeks.”
    “Want to talk about it?”
    “Not really.” In fact, Erik was doing everything he could not to think about it. That’s why he was here, burying himself in work instead of keeping vigil at George’s side.
    His fingers dug into the line of Jeremy’s spine, moving down to the small of his back and then back up his obliques. The kid had packed on a few pounds—the “freshman fifteen” no doubt. But the added weight looked good on him.
    He tried not to think about their last session, but it was never very far from his mind. Despite his best intentions, Erik’s hands slowed, became more sensual and less therapeutic. What was it about this kid that made him lose all perspective?
    “Mmm,” Jeremy murmured. “I forgot how good this was. It’s worth the week of ramen noodles.”
    “What?”
    “Nothing.”
    Erik frowned, torn between being flattered and angered that Jeremy would sacrifice his no-doubt meager food budget for him. He recalled how tight things had been for him as a student. He certainly would not have been able to afford his hourly rate back then. The situation had to be worse for Jeremy, who had worked hard to even get to college.
    He lowered the sheet to the top of Jeremy’s buttocks as he reached his tailbone and paused when he revealed bare skin. Clearly the kid hadn’t left his underwear on as instructed.
    He ignored it, said nothing and willed his unruly dick to calm down. He was a mature professional, dammit. He massaged other men all the time and never got turned on. He moved down the table, focusing now on Jeremy’s hamstrings.
    Beneath Erik’s fingers, Jeremy’s thighs seemed thicker, the muscles more defined, as though he’d been working out. With each slide of his hand, Erik was tempted to close those last few inches and palm that firm, ripe ass, wedge his fingers into that warm crease. He was suddenly desperate to know if Jeremy was hard.
    “Flip over,” he ordered roughly. He held the sheet up for privacy while Jeremy turned, but at the last minute he couldn’t resist peeking; yep, the kid was sporting an impressive boner. Erik felt his heart jump into overdrive.
    He casually draped the sheet back over Jeremy’s hips, but the kid’s secret smile told him he’d been caught. Erik forced himself to breathe deeply and not to look at the bulge in the sheet or the enticing way Jeremy’s cock kept flexing beneath it.
    Jesus.
    He shifted to the head of the table and focused his attention on Jeremy’s neck and shoulders. Jeremy kept his eyes open the whole time, his gaze intent on Erik’s face. It was disconcerting. Last time they were in this position, Erik had leaned down and kissed him.