Deep Tissue Desire
Therapist by day, secret superfan by night. Her hands were hired to heal, but her obsession with the aging tennis star takes them somewhere else...
The low grunt vibrated from Emily's laptop speakers as Marie Vogel's serve paused mid-motion. Emily had rewound this moment twenty-seven times already. Her fingers traced the screen where Marie's blonde ponytail spilled like honey across her tan, corded neck, slick and ringed with sweat. She had been watching her for two years. Two years of tracing the lines of her career like they were scripture. It was pathetic, she kne...
