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He shook his head. “Is that what you want?” His hands. Those magical long fingers that had teased and tormented her took the edge of the sheet and pulled her closer.

“Is that what you want? Another night with the sex-god?”

“Okay, demi-god status has not been established. I have only your word.”

“Then let me turn my words into actions.” He pulled her another step and froze when she winced. “Okay. Maybe not tonight, ved’ma.” He scooped her up. “Maybe tonight is for other things….” Ven slid open the patio door and stepped outside. The warm desert night air cooled her skin. Laying over her like a fresh blanket.

“Where are you taking me? Are you going to throw me over so I can’t let word get out about your lack of prowess?”

“Lack of prowess? Maybe I should throw you…” He gave a toss-up, her bottom rising and falling in his arms as she squealed. “Lucky for you, I’m not done with your ass yet.”

“No.”

“Nyet.” He strode toward the gazebo where the tub waited. Standing her on the ground, he opened the cover, adjusted the dials, and curved his finger in entreaty. “Come, let’s see if I can make it up to you. Make you feel all better.”

She slipped her hand in his. “Might be hard. I feel pretty good right now.”

He smiled. “Challenge accepted.”

She leaned her head back on his damp chest. Hairstyle be damned. She wouldn’t trade this spot for a hundred good hair days. Not with his thighs hugging her legs as they floated under the surface. He’d already washed and soothed her pussy with his ministrations, brought her a snack tray and more sparkling cider for them to share. Now they lay together, enjoying the soft swish of the water and the music that piped in from hidden speakers. Watching the lights of Vegas as they winked and waved. She turned her head and nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

“What was your first time like?”

His leg stiffened, and her soft waterbed became a stone mattress. Heartbeats went by, and nothing played other than music that suddenly seemed… ominous. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

She turned her face out to the skyline again. Whispering into the light breeze, “It hardly seems fair. Good or bad. You know all about my first time.” She waved her hand through the frothing bubbles. Swishing them back and forth like a mermaid. Each droplet clung to the coarse dark hair of his legs as she sent each water bubble skittering. She played her small pool game on his thighs as her hands crab-walked up and down the limbs.

He sighed. “It was. Or it should have been no big deal. It wasn’t any better than your first time.”

“So, you weren’t the sex demi-god?”

“I was as inadequate then as I was today. The only other time any woman has made me lose it.”

Her palm slapped his thigh. Sprinkling them both. “I thought I was the only woman to make you lose it. Now, I’m offended. I should leave. Pack up and go home.” She growled. Turning on her side to lie on his chest. Playing with the hair there as he groaned at her new position.

“You wouldn’t get far,” he growled. Before taking her palm and giving it a punishing bite.

“Stop stalling.”

“That’s it.” His pecs rose and fell under her cheek. “I tried to have sex with her. Failed miserably, embarrassing us both.”

“Aww, poor baby. How old were you?”

“Fifteen.”

“Oh, my God. At fifteen, I was still grossed out by sex and swearing to die a virgin.”

“Hmm. So glad you broke that vow.” He kissed her palm in the same spot as his earlier nip, before laying it back down on his chest.

“Doesn’t sound so bad, demi-g. Sounds normal and boring.”

He shifted his thighs and laid his head back on the lip of the tub. “It should have been. If I hadn’t fucked it up. At that age, my rep was everything. In my family, everyone prides themselves on being the man. From the time we’re little, we have this… I don’t know how to describe it other than this weight of the Ismailov name. It’s a heavy load you get from birth. When you can’t possibly carry it. But you grow, and it grows with you. You don’t get scared. You don’t get weak. Never show fear. Never back down….”

“Let me guess, never show a woman a bad time in bed.”

“Unheard of. What kind of Ismailov man can’t please his woman?”

“Even when he’s not yet a man.”

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