Cinderella's Secret Agent

“I exercise to work off tension.”

“Ugh.”

“With me, though, it’s coffee rather than a baby that keeps me awake.”

“Mmm, coffee,” she murmured. She leaned forward in the chair to give him better access to her back. “I have a vague memory of what coffee was like. I haven’t had any since last year. When I first got pregnant it made me nauseous. Now I can’t have it since the caffeine makes Delilah edgy. I’d be happy to make you some, though, as long as I can stand over the pot and inhale.”

“Don’t bother, Maggie. You should be relaxing while you can.”

She couldn’t argue with that, and she didn’t really want to. This impromptu back rub was bliss. It was because of those surplus hormones in her system, she decided, but she couldn’t recall feeling so sensitive to a friendly touch before. Del hadn’t touched her often, but each time he did, it had a strange effect. Today it was stronger than ever. Wherever his hands moved, the skin beneath her blouse tingled.

Tingled? As in stimulated? Nah, it definitely had to be hormones.

“Is there anything you can think of that you might need tomorrow?”

Mmm, she thought. What she needed was more of the same. Or maybe a full-length body massage, with scented oil and fluffy towels to lie naked on…and Del could use those long, strong, nimble fingers on other places besides her back…and she could start to feel like a woman again instead of just a mother….

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