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times. And ‘crazy son of a bitch’. Been called that more than once.”
    He helped her up off the bed.
    The facilities were every bit as impressive as promised. In
addition to the standard waste disposals and sonic array cleaner, there was an
old-fashioned, glass-enclosed shower with jets at three levels. Beside it sat a
whirlpool tub big enough to hold both of them easily. A dozen jets sprayed
water from its walls.
    “Oh, wow! I’ve never been in a real whirlpool. Does it
actually have hot water?” She did some blushing herself when she realized how
naïve and unsophisticated that sounded.
    “Real hot water.” He pressed a button and water hissed from
three of the jets. It started to pool on the bottom of the white composite tub.
    “It’ll take a few minutes to fill. Want to give the shower a
try while it does?”
    “Sure. Both of us?”
    His grin broadened, grew purposely sensual. “We can wash
each other’s…hair.”
    There wasn’t a lot of extra room in the shower with both of
them in it, but that didn’t mitigate the sensual delight of hot water running
down her body. She turned her back to the spray and had the added pleasure of
being able to look at Raje.
    Even with the water plastering his dark hair to his head, he
was beautiful. Every inch of him, from the gorgeous face down to his long, bony
feet, appealed to her.
    He reached up, made a selection from a panel showing soaps
and shampoos and pushed a button. Fragrant white lotion poured into his cupped
hand. “Turn around,” he said and proceeded to rub the shampoo into her hair,
massaging her head in the process.
    She’d never guessed her scalp could be an erogenous zone,
but it felt so good it made her legs shaky, forcing her to lean back against
him.
    After he’d thoroughly shampooed her hair and helped her
rinse it, he gathered a puddle of soap in his hands and began scrubbing her
shoulders. He moved down her chest and sides and finally to her breasts. His
big hands covered her mounds, his brown skin an interesting contrast with the
silvery foam bubbles and her paler flesh. It was the most erotic thing she
could ever remember seeing.
    He washed down her belly and along her legs. His hands moved
up the insides of her thighs to just below her slit, where he stopped.
    When she sighed he reminded her, “We’re taking it slow this
time.”
    She nodded. “Your turn, then.” She spun him around and
gathered up a handful of shampoo before she realized his greater height might
be a problem. “Do you think you could kneel?”
    “For you, love, anything.” His tone made it only half
joking, and he did sink to his knees, facing away from her.
    She had a great view of his very nice ass as she bent over
him to massage the suds into his hair. When she finished with that and rinsed
it, she washed him as he’d done her. Gobs of soap smoothed the way, letting her
hands glide sweetly over his chest. She circled around the hard pectoral
muscles before stroking down to his flat abdomen.
    Moving around to his back, she soaped his shoulders and ran
her hands over his taut, firm butt. The feel and smell of him set her blood
frothing almost as briskly as the shampoo. To reach his legs, she had to ask
him to stand again and turn. When she bent down, she found herself confronted
with his lovely, firm cock, standing at glorious attention.
    How could she resist an invitation like that? Devonne
wrapped her hand around his hard shaft and began to test its firmness and
texture with her fingertips. He drew in a sharp breath and then panted as she
explored even lower, testing the delicate firmness of his balls. No man had
ever allowed her to play with his body in this way.
    He tolerated her exploration for a while, but then carefully
removed her hand. “If you continue like this ten seconds more, I’m going to
explode in your palm,” he warned. “It might be interesting, but there are other
even more fascinating things to do. I expect the tub is full enough by