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Like a voyeur, she watched him rinse, then shuck water from his skin, then grab a towel as he stepped out of the shower unit.
As he dried off—the size of his cock not diminishing at all—he glanced at her. “How’s the bath?”
“It’s perfect. An excellent suggestion.” And how she’d like to have a tub like this instead of one that was contractor grade.
After she finally drained the water, he dried her off. “I want to look at your skin to see if you have any bruises.”
When she returned home after their scene at the Quarter, she’d examined her skin as best as she could and couldn’t find a single mark. Secretly she’d hoped, even expected, that the raised lettering on the paddle would have left some sort of imprint.
“Please lean forward and put your forearms on the vanity.”
“Sir?” In confusion, she furrowed her eyebrows.
“For my inspection.”
Feeling a little vulnerable, she waited. Frost scraped his thumbnail across several parts of her buttocks.
“A few traces of red but nothing bad.” He opened a nearby drawer and pulled out a tube of arnica. “But I will take good care of you regardless.”
She remained where she was while he applied the cream, but then he extended his exploration, stroking between her legs. “Sir!”
“You’re wet.”
Each time he touched her, she became so, so aroused.
For minutes, much longer than it should have taken, he smoothed on the cream, massaging it deeply into her buttocks. She turned herself over to him, savoring the moment.
“That’ll do.”
Then, leaving her unfulfilled, he told her she could stand back up.Frustrating Dominant.
Rattled by the arousal gnawing at her, she followed him back into the bedroom and dressed in her clothes he’d draped over the back of a chair.
This time, he opted for trousers and a black, long-sleeved shirt. The color made his eyes even more startling, and the form-fitting fabric showed the outline of his muscles, reminding her of his power.
Finally ready, she followed him back downstairs where he retrieved the leftovers from the fridge and helped her into her jacket.
Though she knew going home was the best thing, she hated to leave.
“Hello, Jolly,” he said to the chief of staff.
“Decided you finally need something, Frosty?”
At the computer’s outrageous attitude, Kaylee shook her head.
“I’ll be driving the car. Have it waiting.”
A thick silence draped the atmosphere, almost as if the computer were sulking.
Kaylee shrugged. “I think Jolly wants you to tell her thank you.”
His mouth opened and closed comically as if the mere suggestion was absurd. After a deep sigh, he shook his head. “No chance.”
Pointedly she glanced from the speakers then back at Frost.
“I’m fucking calling Bonds tomorrow.”
“But we need the car today, right?” Seeing him so confounded was pure joy.
