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tugging the corners of her mouth came easy.
Delacroix gave her the intimacy she yearned for. He chased away the loneliness
and made her feel desirable. This was what she wanted. With Sebastian ,
she rushed to add mentally, but it was a fool’s game to lie to oneself. She
would give anything just to be held, and Delacroix was offering to give her so
much more.
    Emotions tangled up inside her like the rigging of a ship.
She was in love with her husband, but it was Delacroix who made her burn. It
was Delacroix she fantasized about. And Delacroix was the man she wanted in her
bed tonight.
    He turned and closed the space between them. “This is not
the expression I’d hoped for.”
    “I was thinking.” She didn’t entirely lie.
    He tucked a fallen curl behind her ear. “About what?”
    “About what happens next?”
    He leaned down and shared her air for long seconds before he
cupped her jaw in both hands. “This.” He brushed her lips with soft silky
caresses, suckling them gently, the top first, then the bottom. When she rose
up on her toes and ran her fingers over his chest, his grip intensified.
    He spread his mouth wide and invaded. The twisting, twirling
dance between their tongues sent the blood racing through her veins. She
whimpered into his mouth, and ever so slowly, he pulled away.
    Labored breathing accompanied heavy anticipation. What’s
next?
    “Now we bathe.” He settled into the tub and offered her his
hand.
    “’Tis not the way Daphne bathes me.”
    He grinned at the comparison and pulled her between his legs.
“You will find Daphne and I are different in more ways than one. There are the
obvious reasons.” He shifted, positioning his cock in the cleft of her
backside. “I’m far less gentle.” He pushed her head atop his shoulder and
reached for the cake of soap sitting atop a nearby stool. “And I possess a
great deal more stamina.”
    He proved his point after spending long minutes washing her
breasts. He toyed with her nipples, plucking them, pinching them, flicking
them, but the torture didn’t stop there. After adding oil to their water, he
glided his strong hands down the curves of her body to knead her thighs and
hips. He was so close. So close…
    Pressure, sweet and hot, gathered, waiting, until his
fingers finally found that magical place between her legs.
    She closed her eyes and arched her back. “Yes. There. That
spot.”
    Chuckling, he kissed her neck, tickling her tender skin with
his short beard. “Here?” He pushed his thumb inside her. “Or here?” His index
finger hooked into her anus, filling the heart of her with tingles and sparks
and spasms.
    “Yes,” she hissed and quivered atop him.
    He explored her body, returning often to that throbbing
center of her, only to float away. She reveled in the sweet agony, the
unhurried strokes, the slow intoxicating kisses, but she wanted more.
    “Are you enjoying your bath?”
    “Very much.” She rolled over, luxuriating in the slide of
limbs and skin. “But I fear I’m starting to prune.” She straddled his thighs
and arched her hips, grinding her pelvis up the side of his cock. Everything
ached, felt swollen. She needed relief. She needed his cock inside her fast and
hard. And she needed it now. “Perhaps we should finish.”
    “Very well.” He rose out of the water, bringing her with
him, and stepped out of the tub.
    Frustration puckered her face as he towel dried her skin,
then his. “I have a gift for you.”
    “A gift?” Her sour disposition improved immediately.
    He returned from the dressing table with a cherry wood box.
“Sunday is your birthday. Or have you forgotten?”
    She hadn’t forgotten. “You know when my birthday is?”
    “I know more about you than you realize.” He raised the lid
and pulled out a necklace. Three gold balls of varying size dangled from its
center. “I want you to wear this tomorrow during the performance.”
    It wasn’t exactly fashionable, but Alexandra couldn’t