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the belt to the robe she had fallen asleep in. It was already loose and the knot gave way with a short tug. He pushed the sides apart, exposing her body. “But aren’t you stiff from working all night?”
    His smile was playful and sensuous, but at the same time something dark and dirty danced in his gaze. He touched the pearl for an instant and then trailed his fingertips down her stomach.
    She could feel surprise widen her features. Was he proposing sex without a lesson? “You’re --”
    “Serious? Insatiable?” His fingers traced the line where her pressed thighs met. “‘Yes’ on the first… the second? Well, I did manage to let you work last night.”
    He slid over the back of the couch, across her body and onto the floor. Looking down, she saw that he had on silk boxers matching the blue of his robe. The lightest dusting of hair covered his powerful thighs. He rested an arm across her stomach, his hand teasing one nipple until it was swollen and the flesh colored a darkening plum.
    “But just so you don’t think I’m uncivilized…” He nodded at the end table next to the couch. On it was a tray loaded with fruit and a carafe of coffee. “And I ran a hot bath for you in the next room.”
    She turned to see steam floating out from the half-open door. “How did you manage that without my hearing you?”
    “I could have brought a marching band through here; I don’t think you would have so much as turned over.” He stood and picked up the carafe. “Now, which do you want first? Breakfast? Bath? All three?”
    She sat up and pulled the robe around her. “All three?”
    He picked the tray up, smiling. “Excellent choice.”
    “That was a question, not a choice.” It didn’t matter. She was already following him into the bathroom.
    “That’s what you say.” He put the tray down and took hold of his robe’s edges. “Sounded like a choice to me.”
    She grabbed a plump strawberry from the tray and took a few steps back until she could see him from head to toe. “Okay.”
    He gestured at her robe. “Aren’t you…”
    She smiled and took a bite of the strawberry before answering. “After I watch you undress.” Her tongue darted out to snatch a fat drop of juice from her top lip. “For purely artistic reasons.”
    She would have thought it impossible, shameless as he seemed, but Aaron’s cheeks colored. She felt a matching rush of heat fan across her own face as his robe slipped from his broad shoulders. He caught it mid-fall and placed it on a hook next to the tub. Hands at the waistband of his boxers, he sucked his bottom lip in. His whole face colored pink as he started to slide the boxers down.
    And then she wasn’t looking at his face, however beautiful it was. She was looking at the muscled stomach as he inched the boxers lower. A curl of black hair started at his navel and thickened to a silky nest framing his erect cock. Veins, gloriously thick, stood out along the shaft. The same network of veins patterned his balls.
    He took a step back, raised one perfect leg, and then he stepped into the oversized tub that centered the room. He pulled the second leg in, slowly descended to his knees and then all but his upper body was submerged. “Your turn.”
    “Right.” Making him go first instead of the two of them together had been a slight miscalculation, but watching him disrobe had been worth every second.
    Forcing herself to walk slowly, she hung her robe next to his and moved to the tub. He held his hand up, steadying her as she stepped into the water. With her back to him, she sat down. His fingertips lightly on her shoulders, he guided her until she rested against his chest.
    Reaching out to the tray, he lifted the carafe, poured a cup of coffee and handed it to her. Strong. No sugar, no cream.
    She took a sip, her body feeling like melted chocolate by the time the hot liquid hit her stomach. “Were you guessing?”
    “It’s how you took it at your last gallery