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showing.”
    “You’re a little scary.”
    He had taken a sponge and was soaping her leg in slow circles from her knee down to where her thigh left the water. He stopped and placed his lips against her ear. “Just a little?”
    “There’s a closet full of clothes my size…”
    “I read the tag the first time you were here.”
    “All the right supplies…”
    “Your interview -- you plugged your art supplier.” He switched the sponge to his other hand and followed the same slow route. “Time was, finding out what a woman wanted, what pleased her -- it was an integral part of courtship.”
    Courtship ?
    “They call it stalking now.” She took another swallow of coffee and then placed the cup back on the tray as Aaron let the sponge fall into the water between her open thighs. “And the commission? Was that an integral part of your plan?”
    He was slow to answer, his words only confusing her when he did.
    “It is my gift to the millennia, Hallie.” Shifting against her back, he slid an arm across her stomach and cupped one breast. “There’s nothing artificial in my admiration of your talent, your potential. It’s what I first noticed about you.” He thumbed her nipple, his touch warm and soapy. “The rest came later.”
    She offered a slight nod and then closed her eyes. She turned her head, her face against his neck as his hands started their lazy exploration of her body. When he’d made his way down to her thighs, he curled a hand beneath each leg and lifted.
    She felt his cock, still hard, bob forward, the thick head poised to enter her pussy.
    He pressed his lips against her forehead. “Are you ready for me?”
    “Always.”
    She curled an arm up, wrapped it around his neck. Feeling him breach the ring of muscle as he eased her down onto his cock, she gasped.
    She moaned as more of him pushed into her. “There should be a warning on this tub.”
    “Hmmm?” Seating Hallie firmly on his cock, he had released her thighs and was tracing the outline of her cunt.
    “That objects in the water are bigger than they appear.” Sighing, she squeezed her perineum, her body contracting around the thick shaft and head.
    They moaned in unison, his fingers alternating between teasing the length of her clit and pulling roughly at her lower lips.
    She wanted his mouth -- a kiss, their first. Knotting her fingers in his hair, she tried to pull him to her. He shook free and placed his lips to her ear, his whispered words raw and foreign.
    Was he telling her she was his?
    “Yes,” she whispered back.
    Her body, her cunt, her mouth. All of it. His. Is that what he was saying?
    “All of me,” she agreed, her hips grinding against him as her mouth still quested for that first kiss. She let her voice match his in its energy, in the raw emotion squeezed from her throat as her pussy locked around him in climax. “Take me, all of me.”
    He’d stopped talking; the only sound coming from his throat was a growly purr. Running his hand along her calf, he lifted her leg until her heel rested on the edge of the tub. He placed her other heel on the opposite side. Her pussy was exposed, her ass and thighs taut. The position left her cunt wrapped around his cock like a velvet-covered iron glove. She couldn’t move, couldn’t grind, could only grip him, the muscles of her sex contracting in a mad turmoil.
    And then he started rubbing her. First her thighs, then the thick, pouting lips. Her clit. Oh, God, her clit.
    “Yes.” Little breaths. All she could manage.
    Flutter and kick. Her cunt went crazy.
    “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.”
    He nibbled at her ear, his fingers stroking her slow, then fast, then slow again as his cock remained locked in place. She threw her arms up, locked them around her head, her fingers knotting and pulling at her hair as he continued to rub. Circles. Lines. Everything tight and thick.
    No air in the room. No air.
    The pulse and jerk of cum through his cock as he climaxed.
    “Let yourself go,