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penthouse. It was huge; larger than the first apartment she’d lived in. Five huge, floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room offered a breathtaking view of London, and gave the penthouse an open, spacious air. A huge flat-screen television dominated one wall. The dining area had a table large enough for six. The room even had its own office, with an equally stunning view. The bedroom, tastefully appointed in white and muted colors, sported the largest bed she’d ever seen.
    Anthony pushed the baggage into the closet. “Do you like this place?”
    “I love it!” she burbled. She jumped into his arms and kissed him deeply. “This place is gorgeous! I can hardly wait to go out and explore!”
    “Plenty of time for that later,” he smiled. “I think we need to unpack and get settled in first. Why don’t you take a bath? We’ve been on the plane for eleven hours. I’ll get everything put away.”
    She trotted into the bathroom, tiled in pale pink stone, and let out a yelp of glee. “Wow! Did you see the tub in here? It’s gigantic!” He smiled as he hung clothes in the closet.
    She stripped and drew a bath. The hotel had thoughtfully provided a variety of bath salts and bubble bath, and she relaxed in the fragrant water and let the tension flow out of her. She stayed there for a long time, daydreaming about what the city might show her. Two weeks hardly seemed like enough time to explore such a magical place.
    Her mind wandered, back over the wedding and the reception. The nagging feeling came back; what was she forgetting? She was certain she’d remembered to pack everything, but still, that voice told her there was something else she should be remembering,..
    She shook her head and pushed the feeling back. Whatever it was, it was too late now; if she had forgotten something, she’d have to replace it here or do without. She rose from the tub, rinsed, dried, slipped into one of the plush white bathrobes hanging in the bathroom. “Anthony,” she sang as she walked into the bedroom, “let’s go out! I want to explore…”
    The words died on her lips. Anthony was sitting on the bed smiling, naked save for the towel wrapped around his waist and a fine gold chain around his neck. He’d scattered rose petals around the floor, and placed a row of small candles around the bed. The lighting in the room was a subdued, soothing blue.
    He rose and took her in his arms. “The city can wait, don’t you think?” he whispered softly. She felt his breath on her neck as he nuzzled her. She moaned, weak-kneed. He turned her gently in his arms, kissed the back of her neck sensuously. His hands descended to her waist, untied the sash of her robe. He parted it, slipped it from her body. She tried to turn to face him; his hands on her shoulders stopped her. “Lie down.”
    She walked over to the bed and stretched out on it; one finger beckoned him over. He smiled and held up a small bottle. “Turn over.”
    She rolled over face down. He knelt on the bed, straddling her waist. She felt him shift as he opened the bottle, smelled peaches and honeysuckle. Something warm drizzled down her back, then his hands caressed her shoulders. She smiled and closed her eyes as she relaxed under his hands.
    He massaged her shoulders, strong and skillful hands warm on her body. His hands worked slowly down her back, kneading muscles tired from the long flight. He poured some more oil into his palms, then worked the small of her back, steady and thorough. She sighed with pleasure when his hands worked their magic on her buttocks, and made their way down the backs of her legs. By the time he reached her feet, she was nearly asleep.
    “Turn over.” He helped her roll over, drizzled more oil down her body, between her breasts. Softly, gently, his hands caressed her collarbone, slid down over her breasts, moved back up her sides. She moaned and arched her back as they repeated the journey, pressing her breasts into his hands.
    “Does that