you buy?” he
whispers, and I know it’s to change the topic of conversation.
“A dress, some shoes, a necklace. I spent a great deal of your money.” I
glance up at him, guiltily.
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He’s amused. “Good,” he murmurs, and his hand reaches up to tuck a stray
lock of hair behind my ear. “And for the billionth time, our money.” He tugs my
chin, releasing my lip from my teeth and runs his index finger down the front
of my T-shirt, down my sternum, between my breasts, down my stomach, and
over my belly to the hem.
“You won’t be needing this in the bath,” he whispers, and gripping the hem of
my T-shirt in both hands, slowly pulls it up. “Lift your arms.”
I comply, not taking my eyes off his, and he drops my T-shirt on the floor.
“I thought we were just ha一ving a bath.” My pulse quickens.
“I want to make you good and dirty first. I’ve missed you, too.” He leans down
and kisses me.
“Shit, the water!” I struggle to sit up, all post-orgasmic and dazed. Christian
doesn’t release me.
“Christian, the bath!” I gaze down at him from my prone position across his
chest.
He laughs. “Relax—it’s a wet room.” He rolls over and kisses me quickly. “I’ll
switch off the faucet.”
He climbs gracefully off the bed and strolls into the bathroom. My eyes
greedily follow him all the way. Hmm . . . my husband, naked and soon to be
wet. My inner goddess licks her lips salaciously and gives me her wellfucked
grin. I bound out of bed.
We sit at opposite ends of the bath, which is very full—so full that whenever
we move, water laps over the side and splashes to the floor. It’s very
decadent. Even more decadent is Christian washing my feet, massaging the
soles, pulling gently on my toes. He kisses each one and gently bites my little
toe.
“Aaah!” I feel it— there, in my groin.
“Like that?” he breathes.
“Hmm,” I mumble incoherently.
He starts massaging again. Oh, this feels good. I close my eyes.
“I saw Gia in town,” I murmur.
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“Really? I think she has a p
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