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condom. On his first trip he’d spied the huge sunken whirlpool tub and his mind had raced with erotic ideas. Flipping the levers to the correct temperature, he sat on the wide rim and took in the details he’d missed on first view.
    Like Courtney the room was filled with contradictions—modern architecture blended harmoniously with antique lighting fixture and pictures. The soothing green and white color palette eased his restless need. All in all he liked the room, not unnecessarily fussy and feminine, but not without the warmth of a female touch, either. He wouldn’t have a problem shaving or taking care of any needs in this calm space.
    When the water reached the right height, he flipped the water off and the jets on. Then went to get the woman of his dreams and start pampering her the way she deserved.
    “Water’s ready,” he announced, stepping into the fading light of the room.
    “But I’m not,” she mumbled into her pillow.
    “Yes.” He ignored her protest and scooped her into his arms, enjoying the easy weight of her in his arms. “And you won’t feel better until we loosen your muscles.”
    She wanted to glare daggers at him, but eye patches kind of ruined the effect. “I think you’ve loosened all the muscles you’re going to.”
    He tried to cover the laugh with a cough, but knew it hadn’t work. “Honey…” His voice was serious as he lowered her gently into the steaming bath. “If I thought for one instant you didn’t like anything I was doing to you, I would have stopped. We both know having me fingerfuck your ass made you come your brains out.”
    A flush covered her chest and neck as she averted her face. “I don’t know about that.”
    Slipping in behind her, his legs bracketing her from the waist down while his arms pulled her tight against his chest, he smiled into her hair. “I do. I felt it. Each time I added a finger, your pretty cunt almost squeezed my poor cock in two. You liked it, honey. It’s okay to admit it.”
    Courtney drew her head back to glare at him. Then remembered her bandaged eyes and settled for a frown of disapproval. “Would you admit it, if it were your ass?”
    He paused in soaping his hands, trying to give her an honest answer. “I think,” he said, lathering her heavy breasts, “if you were the one playing with my ass, I might. Why? You want to fuck me there?”
    The more he thought about it, the more he got turned on by the idea of Courtney penetrating his virgin hole with her finger or maybe an anal wand, slicked with her juices. “How ’bout it, honey? I’ll fuck you in your sweet ass while you play with mine?”
    Shock jerked her frame before she turned away from him, her graceful fingers swirling the water. “You like having someone play with your ass? Are you gay? I mean do you enjoy having sex with men, too?”
    He couldn’t help but laugh at her outrageous comment. “No way, Court. I’m as hetero as they come.”
    Her brows wrinkled in confusion. “Then why…?”
    “Why would I let you ass-fuck me?”
    Shyly she nodded her head, keeping her bandaged face averted.
    But he refused to let her turn away from him and grasped her chin so he could press a lingering kiss on her full lips. “I’d let you, Courtney, because it would give us both pleasure. You love it when I play with you there, so it’s only fair if I let you give me the same pleasure as well.”
    “That seems uncommonly reasonable of you.”
    He grinned even though he knew she couldn’t see and continued the pleasurable task of washing her breasts.
    Several minutes passed before she relaxed enough to lean into his chest, her fingers gently toying with the hair on his thighs. “Did you really mean what you said earlier? You resigned before coming to pick me up today?”
    He’d wondered whether she’d remembered that. “Yes, I did. I knew I could have you or my job. When it came down to it, there really was no choice. You’ve been like a fever in my blood from the