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the few times I had to resist the urge to cover myself. For some reason this man in particular made me want to shrink into the plush carpet and disappear—while simultaneously wanting to lock my legs around him and fuck him silly-stupid.
    “Get into the tub.” He offered his hand for balance as I stepped over the tall side and into the soft, fragrant water. “Sit.”
    I sat, sinking to my shoulders in water that slid against my skin like a liquid caress of hot silk. It was glorious. I leaned back and closed my eyes as my muscles relaxed and all the tension seeped out of my body, flowing away like melted butter. Screw the sheik. Heh . This was worth any number of conflicted feelings. “ Mmmm …”
    When I opened my eyes he was beside me, lathered poof in hand. He reached in and rubbed it along my collarbone, over the slope of each breast. The slightly rough texture of the sponge chafed against my nipples, making them stand erect. It was like a string had been tied from them to my groin and each time he brushed over the one, I felt the tight pluck in the other. He moved up again, over my shoulders, then across my back and down each arm.
    “Stand,” he commanded quietly, his voice had roughened. Apparently he was enjoying this too.
    I stood and he slowly massaged the sponge down my spine, sliding slowly over the curve of each ass cheek. He scrubbed and rubbed down each leg. His ministrations were a heavenly torment. By the time he paused to re-lather I was practically panting. He resumed with my breasts, working his way slowly south—paying careful attention to every curve and crevice. The sponge traveled down my stomach and over my hips, but when he reached the apex of my thighs he set it aside. “I think this will require a more delicate touch, don’t you?”
    He selected a slim turquoise bottle from the tray and held it out for me to smell—it was musky and sweet. He poured some onto his fingers.
    This got my immediate attention. My body throbbed with anticipation. He’d soaped and scoured, until every inch felt pink and tingling and now the brush of his fingers, finally, where I wanted them, sent a jolt of sensation through me that made me catch my breath. He stroked gently, massaging the fragrant oil into my damp curls, leisurely tracing my intimate contours with his fingertips. A low moan escaped me as he slowly penetrated. I had to grab his shoulder for support as a second finger joined the first. The pad of his thumb centered over my sensitive nub, moving in firm, languid circles. A hot, heavy tension built inside me, pooling and expanding with every stroke.
    My hips jerked against his hand—my body wanted to buck and writhe, but there was nowhere to go, so I clung to him, legs quivering as the orgasm threatened to overtake me.
    “That’s right,” he said in my ear. “Come for me.”
    The orgasm hit hard, spilling through me like sweet heavy syrup, leaving me drowsy and weak. A sleek, satisfied smile plastered itself onto my face.
    “Good girl,” he said. “Lay back.” When I didn’t move right away, he gave me a firm smack on the ass. “ Now . I’m going to wash that hair.”
    I obeyed, glad to get off my wobbly feet and too blissed out to care whether or not I should be insulted. The water had cooled, but it still felt glorious on my hot, sensitized skin. Small aftershocks of pleasure were pulsing through me in sporadic bursts like an intimate little fireworks show. I closed my eyes as his long fingers kneaded my scalp.
    “ Mmm …” I moaned. “This is heaven.” I twisted to look up at him. “Why are you doing all this?”
    He moved me firmly back into place before answering. “For one thing, I enjoy the noises you make.” He stroked his thumbs up the back of my neck making me moan again. “I enjoy the way you gasp; how your breath hitches sometimes. The way your skin flushes when you’re embarrassed…or aroused.”
    My cheeks heated. “You couldn’t have known any of that