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“You’re a pervert and refused to return my towel,” she managed to squeak. She was inundated with an explosion of sensations traveling through her frame everywhere his body touched hers. It was an experience she had never felt before.
“What... are you doing?”
Clarissa trembled under the feathery touch of his palms, brushing down her side and over her hip while he placed butterfly kisses along her shoulder. She had never known how powerful a tender touch could be.
“As I did your lips at the airport,” he said amid nibbling her neck, “Marking my territory. Claiming you as mine.”
His words sucked the air out of the room. Under his spell, she closed her eyes.
Good lord, this man knows how to seduce a woman.
She silently bemoaned her fate as her resistance gradually crumbled. With those words aiding the tender and reverent way he traced her curves, he reached that part of her that was throbbing with lust. He infiltrated her soul with a promise of intimacy and understanding that surpassed any expectation she’d ever had. She shivered as his lips found the sweet spot behind her ear.
“You are mine, Clarissa. Get used to it, accept it, because you won’t be able to run away from me.” Every word he spoke in those euphonious tones was like melted chocolate to a sweet tooth. Decadent, so hot, and so damn delicious, it awakened a profound craving she was in awe of.
“Stop... this is too—”
“Soon, little one, I’ll be treasuring your submission.”
“Like hell. I’m not into Daddy Dom stuff,” she protested but trembled at the opulent layer of proliferating desire that swathed itself around the nerve endings in her loins. She was rocked by the heat that pierced through her core.
“Come, Babygirl... it’s time for your bath.”
She was too caught up in his spell to defy him.
“What are you... hey!” she sputtered as he picked her up.
“Stop complaining, Ms. Stone.” He flashed a white, toothy smile at her. “I’m purely giving you what you need.”
“Y-You are?” she said lamely as he placed her on her feet beside the tub and tested the water. It didn’t even register that she had become docile and lost the earlier fire with which she’d spat at him.
“Still warm.” His voice dropped an octave lower as his gaze circumnavigated the topography of her naked feminine landscape. Clarissa had never felt as desirable and wanted as she did, watching the heat flare in his gaze. All thoughts of modesty had fled from her mind the moment he’d pressed his body against her in the hallway.
“You are so beautiful, little one.” His voice echoed with raw lust as he took her hand. “Get in the tub.”
He waited until she sat down before opening the hot water tap. Sliding lower into the water, she watched him silently. The intimacy of this moment in time wasn’t lost on her.
Good lord, this isn’t good, woman. Get your head out of the clouds. Chase the damn man out of here!
Still, the words refused to leave her lips.
Chapter Five
“Thanks, that’ll do.” Coming to her senses, she sat upright and reached for the large loofah at the edge of the tub as he cut off the stream of water. She held her body stiff and avoided his eyes, aware that her voice sounded sharp. She needed to regain her composure, but with his towering body shrinking the bathroom, she’d never achieve such a feat. “I’d like you to leave, Mr. Butler.”
A plume of her breath billowed out against his cheek as he leaned forward for the liquid soap.
“You need to relax. Rushing through a luxurious bath just to avoid me is counterproductive.”
“What are you—” The frown he cast at her cut short the question, but she refused to be intimidated. “Who do you think you are to walk in here and take over my bath?”
“Just lending a helping hand, like any Daddy would do for his little girl.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “As an added bonus, I’m a chef, and I’m very good with my hands.”
Clarissa felt conflicted as Rick gently massaged the tension from her body. His touch was soothing, yet it also stirred unfamiliar feelings for which she wasn’t prepared. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus only on the circular motions of his hands, unsuccessfully pushing away thoughts of his muscular arms and the care he was showing her.
A warmth bloomed in her chest despite her attempts to restrain it. When was the last time someone had focused such patient attention on her needs? She realized with discomfort that she craved more of this feeling, but her ambitions left no room for emotional entanglements.
Even as her body relaxed under Rick's ministering, her mind recoiled. Yearning for this connection went against everything she believed. Yet she couldn’t deny the effect he had on her. It would be wise to keep her distance since she couldn’t afford to give into those needs, not with the career she had.
