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He was so respectful when he removed the towel and even more gentle and respectful as he rubbed the warmed oil into her skin. This wasn’t a sexual experience. This was a loving moment shared between two people who cared deeply for each other. Once again, Zsanine closed her eyes, feeling any repressed tension easing from her body.
“You want to do your belly?” Zander asked. “I know how ticklish you are.”
“I trust you to do it,” Zsanine replied. “As long as you don’t tickle me on purpose.”
“Me?” Zander chuckled.
She made sure to look at him when she replied. “Yes, you.”
Zsanine watched as Zander put oil and his hands and eyed her as he rubbed them together. She scrunched up her face in anticipation of his touch and started laughing before he touched her. When he told her that, Zsanine laughed even more.
“I know, but I know it’s coming.”
Zander shook his head, but the genuine smile he had on his face remained. He hadn’t smiled the entire time she was gone. It felt good to do so, naturally and without reservation. When he finally did touch her belly, Zsanine tried to hold it. She moved her body, trying to deflect the touch, but it didn’t seem to matter. She tried not to giggle, but she did.
“I can’t help it,” she squealed, reaching for Zander’s hands to stop him. But of course, he held firm, rubbing her belly just a little bit more before allowing his hands to be captured.
“I know, and I like it,” Zander smiled. “Are you hungry, love?” Zander asked as he replaced the towel, tucking it at the top.
“Babe, you have no idea,” she said as they moved further into the master.
“Whatever you want, just say the word,” Zander replied.
“You know what would make me happy?” Zsanine began, her eyes lighting up as she spoke.
“What’s that?” Zander asked, helping her into a set of satin pajamas he kept for her. That gleam in her eye meant everything to Zander. For him, it represented that Zsanine was coming back to herself.
“Breakfast in bed,” she smiled. “I mean all the fixins’, scrambled eggs with cheese, grits, pancakes, turkey sausage,” she mused, rubbing her belly as she spoke. “And we can eat and watch old comedies and laugh. Doesn’t that sound amazing?”
“It does,” Zander agreed.
“I missed laughing with you.”
“Same,” Zander replied. “I missed you so, so much,” he continued, gathering Zsanine into his arms and holding her close. This time when they kissed, the touch of his lips on hers sent a soothing sensation through her.
“So, you’ll call the chef?” Zsanine asked with a smile as they remained close.
“I will,” Zander replied.
“Yes!”
Her reaction made him laugh out loud.
“You,” Zander began, “crawl up in the bed. Rest while I take a shower. By the time I’m done, the food should be ready, and we can eat.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Zander kissed her again before ambling off to the bathroom. Zsanine padded over to the bed. She was a little achy from sitting for what felt like an endless amount of time. Being in the water seemed to exacerbate that, but Zander’s massage remediated most of it. She climbed into bed.
“Ah,” she breathed as she felt the cool of the sheets against her exposed skin. Zsanine knew if she rested her head on the pillow, it wouldn’t be long before she fell asleep. So instead, she adjusted the fluffy pillows behind her so she could sit up. She pulled the luxurious covers up close to her neck and relaxed. It felt so good.
The timing seemed magical. Just as Zander stepped out of the bathroom in pajamas that matched Zsanine’s, the chef knocked on the bedroom door.
“I’ll get it, love,” Zander replied, strolling across the room. Zsanine watched him as he moved. She never tired of his sexy, confident stride that persisted even when it was just the two of them. As soon as the door opened, Zsanine could smell the aroma of the food. She pressed her hand against her stomach as it growled in response. It had been a while since she’d eaten anything. Zsanine would have chosen to starve before eating anything her captors served her. They were untrustworthy. But she could trust this meal, and as Zander closed the door and rolled over the cart to the side of the bed, Zsanine sat up higher.
“Shall I fix your plate?” Zander asked.
“Yes, please,” Zsanine smiled.
