At-Home Happy Ending

Avery's chilling at home, kicking back on her couch, when the doorbell rings. She opens it to find this hot masseur, Reese Rideout, standing there with his gear. He flashes a grin and says her friends hooked her up with a birthday massage right in her own pad—no salon hassle. Avery catches herself eyeing him up, that spark of heat flickering between them already. Reese hustles into the living room, whipping out the massage table like a pro, setting it up quick and smooth. She hangs back a bit, drinking in the sight of his strong arms and easy confidence, her pulse picking up. Then she strips down slow, letting her clothes hit the floor, and slides onto the table face-down, skin tingling under the soft light. Their eyes lock for a beat too long—yep, the attraction's mutual, buzzing like electricity. Reese gets to work, his hands gliding over her back with firm, teasing strokes that melt away tension. The air thickens fast, every touch dialing up the heat between them. Avery's smirking to herself, knowing damn well they're both revved up. She flips the script, playful as hell, and tosses out, 'So, does this come with a happy ending?' Reese doesn't miss a beat, leaning in close with a cocky wink: 'For you? Hell yeah, it does.'