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“I’ll know when you can’t take anymore. If I miss that, which is unlikely, you just tell me tostop.”

I nodded again. “What are you going to do?” Iwhispered.

“Everything I think you can handle. I get this one opportunity, Lauren, thislastopportunity, to tick it all off my list, andyours.”

He rose and strode towards the bedroom, not giving me a chance toanswer.

“He’s in the zone,” I whispered to myself, trying to account for hisaloofness.

I sipped on my wine. If he wanted me to stay awake for twenty-four hours, perhaps I shouldn’t drink thewine.

It was a half-hour later that he returned, dressed in a white shirt and darktrousers.

“There is a red dress in the closet that I’d like you to wear,” hesaid.

“Okay, will itfit?”

“Of course it willfit.”

“How did you know mysize?”

“I checked your shirt,” he said with a chuckle. His mood swings were going to give me aheadache.

I looked at my watch; it was an hour before dinner. “I might take a bath,” Isaid.

“Okay, I’m going to check on some things, I’ll be back here to collectyou.”

He left without another word. I sighed. “Not sure I like yourzone,”I whispered, as he closed the door behindhim.

I opened the closet door to see a full-length, red silk gown. It was backless with a low neckline. Two thin straps looked as if they went over my shoulders and under my arms, other than those, I had no idea how it would stay on. It was a beautiful gown though. I let the silk run through my fingers. On a shelf in the closet was a tissue paper wrapped item. I opened it to see the most flimsy, crotchless, red lace panties. I wondered when he’d organisedthose.

I ran the bath and when it was full, climbed in and sank down in the warm water. Anticipation flowed through me, and I found myself aroused at the prospect of what was tocome.

I closed my eyes and rested my head back. I parted my legs and placed my fingers between my thighs, letting the tips just brush over my clitoris. It throbbed at my touch. I sighed. I raised my hips a little pushing one finger inside me. I released a smallmoan.

A splash of water startled me. I quickly opened my eyes to see Mackenzie beside the bath. He’d put his arm in, his hand covered mine, stopping me from withdrawing myfinger.

“This is mine,” he said, inserting his finger alongside mine. “Every orgasm is mine. You do not pleasure yourself,” he growled out thewords.

“What...?”

He covered my mouth with his. I held on to the side of the bath with my free hand, fearful I might sink under hisweight.

He kissed me hard; his finger fucked me harder. It was the most erotic feeling to have his finger and mine inside me at the same time. I mirrored his movement as he stroked inside, at a place that had mewrithing.

Water splashed everywhere, covering his clothes and the floor he knelt on. He used his free hand to cup my throat. His thumb kept my chin raised as his tongue fucked my mouth. There was no other word for what he was doing. It wasn’t a kiss, it wasclaiming.

When I felt my orgasm building, I let go of the bath and gripped his bicep instead. I dug my fingernails into his skin and braced my feet on the end of the tub. I arched my body until I was out of the water and even through his kiss, I screamed out as Icame.

With closed eyes I slumped back in the water and he pulled his head away. I gasped forbreath.

“I’m sorry,” hewhispered.

I looked at him, “You’re soaked,” I said, then laughed. That laughter turned totears.

He reached into the bath and lifted me out; he cradled my dripping body against his as he rested his back against the wall. He lowered his head tomine.

“Please, don’t cry,” hesaid.

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