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for just a second before rising slowly and allowing her teeth to graze him just slightly. When she reached the top she suckled hard, then resumed her previous pace. He only lasted another minute before his large hand came down to cup her head and hold her still while he released into the condom.
    She was breathing hard, those damn tears sliding along her nose and onto his thigh, but she didn’t mind his hold. It felt right. She’d given him what she could, served him as best she knew how, and it was almost over. She managed to stop the flow of tears and hoped he’d think the wetness was from her hair, strands of which draped across his thighs. She remained still, content to let him choose when to let her up.
    It took a few minutes, but finally the hand holding her head slid off and she slowly released him from her mouth. She leaned back onto her heels and licked her lips before looking up at him. His face wasn’t quite so serious now, she was pleased to see. Before that could change, she jumped up, slid the condom free and went into the bathroom. When she returned, he’d folded both arms across his chest and his feet were flat on the floor, the little pillow kicked to the side. But he was still sitting. She used a warm, wet wash cloth to clean him, then a hand towel to pat him dry.
    She glanced at the clock on the wall. Fifteen minutes left of their two hours. Close enough. Since he didn’t have any clothes other than the sub harness, as far as she knew, she didn’t figure she needed to redress him. Keeping her head lowered, she quickly worked her dress over her head and adjusted it until it lay correctly. She picked up her shoes and gave him a deferential nod.
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    She turned and crossed to the door, letting the tears free.
    * * *
    Eric waited until she had the door all the way open before he called out to her.
    “Stop.”
    She did, one hand on the door, the other holding her shoes against the door jamb. She didn’t turn around, but she didn’t step forward either.
    He moved up behind her, close enough for her to feel, but not quite touching her.
    “We still have thirteen minutes.”
    Her head jerked to the side, an almost, but not quite, negative.
    He closed the tiny distance between them, his arm going around her waist, pulling her back against him. He tried to see her face around the wet strands of her hair. Her eyes were closed but tears slid freely down her cheek. Fuck this. He picked her up, ignoring the little squeak she made, and returned to the chair. He much preferred a big lounge chair to this fancy one, but he’d make do. It took a little effort to tuck her up against him so that they were both comfortable within the leather embrace, but she didn’t fight him. She rested her head against his chest, and let loose. No longer silent tears, she sobbed against him wetly. He stroked her hair away from her face and leaned his head back to wait her out.
    It didn’t take long for her breathing to slow down and her sobs to ratchet down to sniffles. He snagged the hand towel she’d left on the side table and brought it to her face, growling at her when she moved to take the towel herself. She acquiesced and he blotted the tears from her face before putting the cloth to her nose.
    “Blow.”
    She glared at him for all of half a second before giving in.
    He debated his options, made his decision. Rising with her in his arms, he strode back to the bathroom and set her in front of the divan. “Dress off.” This time she tried a scowl, but he turned away before seeing how long she’d last, worried he wouldn’t be able to hold back his smile.
    The jetted tub was easy to work and filled fast. By the time he’d selected an almond scented bubble bath and poured a liberal amount in, the tub was half filled. When he turned, the dress was off, her scowl had morphed to an uncertain frown, and her arms were crossed over her stomach. He knew modesty wasn’t her issue, and actually would have been