Part 2 of Mr. Magic :
Liam has magic in his fingers...
I went for a massage to relax, but when the masseuse looks like a god and can do that with his fingers...well, let's just say relaxing wasn't top of mind. The way his hands glided over my sore muscles made my insides squirm and melt, turning the heat between my legs into a raging forest fire.
And I certainly didn't expect what happened in the sauna minutes later.
I thought we'd never see each other again and I could keep the amazing encounter chronicled on my never-forget-list, but that thought ended at dinner with my mom's new boyfriend and his son, Mr. Magic Fingers.
The magic didn't end at his fingers either. Muscular forearms, broad shoulders and a chest to die for. And that wasn't all. Mr. Magic Fingers has a magic tongue and I love a man who knows how to work an innuendo.
I thought staring into his smoldering blue eyes was torture enough, then our parents informed us of the 'family' weekend getaway plans to the Satterwhite's winter home in Vail.
