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bare-chested, wearing nothing but a pair of loose-fitting pants and golden bracelets around his nicely shaped upper arms. The right cuff drew her attention to the tribal tattoo on his shoulder.
    She suddenly wanted to trace it with her tongue.
    “Apparently, I'm supposed to keep an eye on a troublesome princess until her husband returns.”
    “Poor, Farima. I think she's in love with Nasir.”
    “What's not to love? A pretty boy with no nuts. Isn't that what every woman wants?” Lara slapped him in the arm. “Be nice.”
    She entered the suite of rooms that were to be hers. “You know, I could get used to a place like this if I wasn't treated like a prisoner in my own home.”
    “I was instructed to keep the other harem women away from you, never let you out of my sight and exist with you in seclusion. Apparently, this includes pampering you, bathing you and seeing you naked. Not a bad trade off for a slightly used pair of—what did you call them? Weebles?”
    “Woobles,” she supplied. “A bath does sound lovely. Those Vikings weren't the cleanest of people and that cold bath in England didn't do much for my hygiene either.” She crossed the sitting room and opened a door, finding a bedchamber fit for a princess. The other set of doors led to the enormous bathing pavilion, which was empty at the moment.
    “Yes,” she sighed. She took several running steps towards the pool of water. She had a mind to jump into the crystal-clear water fully clothed.
    “Allow me to assist you, princess,” Reece said from behind her. The husky timber in his voice had various parts of her anatomy throbbing.
    “Are you certain that's necessary?”
    “One hundred percent certain. It is my duty.”
    He began to unwind the various red cloths from her body. Gold adornments jingled when he turned her to face him.
    “And I thought you looked hot in that Viking dress and that wedding gown. This outfit will be the death of me.”
    “I think you should close your eyes until I'm in the water,” she said, folding her arms over her bare midriff. “Farima is a married woman.”
    “Not a chance. Besides, I don’t see her. I see you. And you are mine, Lara Kensington.” He gently removed the bangles from her arms, her gold necklaces, anklets, and the belt with the coin-shaped, gold charms dangling from it. He removed the slender golden headband from her forehead and then moved closer to remove what little remained of her clothing.
    “Are you sure this is appropriate?” she asked breathlessly.
    “Don't interfere with my job,” he said.
    “I thought you were my guard.”
    “A guard with benefits.”
    He carefully pushed the transparent sleeves of her top down her arms. His hands skimmed over her skin as he drew her hands out of the sleeves and then moved to push the bodice down. His thumbs brushed over her taut nipples as he lowered the fabric to expose her breasts. Her body tensed and her knees buckled. She laid a hand on his arm to steady herself. She didn't try to stop him when he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over one eager nipple. She gasped with need. He dropped to his knees and ran his hands up her back, releasing the clasp of her top and letting it fall away.
    She looked down at him to find him staring up at her. He smiled deviously and dipped his tongue in her navel. She gasped. His hands moved over her buttocks as he pushed her underclothes down. He slid his hands slowly down her thighs, her legs, and calves until she obediently lifted one foot at a time. He slipped off her slippers and the last shred of her clothes.
    Her breath caught as she gazed down at Reece who was still on his knees between her legs. She buried her hands in his hair and subconsciously beckoned him closer. He leaned forward and nuzzled the thatch of hair between her thighs. His tongue darted out to sample the juices he found there. He ran his tongue along the inside of one swollen lip and then the other before offering a playful flick of his