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“Do you ever use the bathtub?”
“Not once. I never have time to take a bath.”
“Oh my God! You’re missing out!”
“Oh, really? So, you’re into baths, huh?”
“Fuck, yeah,” I say, grinning from ear to ear.
He looks at me with an amused grin on his handsome face. “Well, then, let's do it.”
“Do what?” I say, confused.
“Take a bath. I think I have some fancy bath salts around here somewhere. My mom gave them to me as part of a housewarming gift.” He starts rooting around in the cabinet looking for them.
He grabs the salts and some bubble bath and turns the water on to start filling the tub.
I stand there in complete surprise.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, walking out the door.
I check the temperature of the water making sure it’s hot but not too hot. I pour in the Epsom salts and a little bubble bath and the scent of lavender fills the air.
Spencer returns a few minutes later with the rest of the wine and our two glasses in hand. So much for sticking to one glass tonight…
He grabs hold of my waist and pulls me toward him, looking deeply into my eyes. He gives me a long delicious kiss that tastes of soy sauce and ginger.
We both undress and step into the tub, which is the perfect size for two people.
I sink into the steaming water and feel the aches and pains of sleeping in a hard bed the last few nights dissipate immediately.
“Damn, you’re right… this feels fucking amazing,” he says, sinking down across from me.
“You’ve been missing out.”
“I absolutely have. I hated baths when I was younger. Just assumed I’d still hate them.”
We both sip our wine and listen to the music, enjoying the hot water on our skin.
“There’s something else I’m missing,” he says in a husky voice.
“Hmm.. what’s that?”
“Your gorgeous body.” He reaches out his hand and strokes my thigh.
“Well, you need to remedy that, Mr. Sullivan.”
“Oh, I intend to, Miss Jackson.”
He leans forward and his lips find mine. We kiss slowly at first, finding our delicious rhythm. And then the kiss turns to a pressing need, a hunger.
He finds my breasts, slowly circling my now erect nipples. I moan in pleasure, wanting more.
He nibbles at my neck, slowly working his way toward my collarbone. I arch my back slightly and one of my nipples pops out of the water, ready for his lips, his tongue, his teeth.
“What do you want, Sasha?”
“Suck on it. Please.”
