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you.”
    Pulling her lower leg out of the water, he kissed her ankle. The bubbles glistened on his lips, forming a soft white mustache under his nose. His kiss sent several sensations down her spine. Her nipples spiked and her pussy clenched.
    She watched in awe as he massaged her sprained ankle. She flinched a few times as he tenderly rubbed the swollen area, but she began to appreciate the effort and the pain diminished under his careful caresses.
    “Let me join you,” he whispered. “Let me show you how much I want you.”
    “Jules, we just met.”
    “Darlin’, we must’ve known one another in a past life. The feelings I get when we’re together are too strong. I can’t fight ’em. Can you?”
    Not unless he backed the hell off and he wasn’t giving the impression that he might. “Thank you for massaging my ankle. It feels good as new.” She rotated it once for show.
    Jules, probably suspecting she was ready to dismiss him, changed his approach. His arm sank deeper into the water and he inched forward. She didn’t lock gazes with him, to do so now would only provoke him. Instead, she stared at the water, wondering where he might touch her when his hand met her flesh again.
    His open palm landed against her leg, right above her knee, and he slowly lifted his gaze. When she looked into his eyes, it was a mistake. Her eyes must’ve invited him.
    His fingers trailed up her inner thigh and she gasped when she felt his fingers right above her pussy. He wiggled three digits near her folds, just enough to let her know where he lingered, what he planned to explore.
    “Spread your legs,” he rasped. “Don’t be afraid, Jenna.”
    Without the will to stop, Jenna parted her trembling thighs. A moan slipped from her dry mouth.
    “That’s my girl,” he crooned, dragging a finger up and down one of her intimate lips.
    She wondered if he’d said those very words to the woman who’d attended his party the night before. Had they been intimate in the past? Was she a frequent guest in his home, in his bed?
    Jenna shivered as she watched him. She only had minimal experience to her credit, but she was aware of her growing lust, of the rising female hunger. Curiosity and desire fueled an unexpected perpetual longing.
    His touch set her pussy on fire. Jules Evans knew how to send a woman up in flames.
    With the ball of his hand, he massaged her pelvic area. “Sweet fuckin’ hell. You’re shaved?”
    She snapped her legs together, suddenly embarrassed.
    “It’s all right,” he reassured her. “I won’t ask you to stand up and show me.”
    “Jules, this isn’t a good idea,” she said, her eyes watering.
    “Is that what you really believe?” he asked gently, prying her legs apart as he studied her face.
    “No,” she finally said, releasing her locked knees.
    “I didn’t think so,” he said, sliding a firm digit through her folds.
    He penetrated her with the tip of his finger. Sighing as if he thought the simple act of touching her vagina was satin pleasure, Jules added another finger and then another. Thrusting his hand forward, he finger-fucked her with precision.
    She watched him as he led her to the brink of indulgence, tapping and searching for just the right spot.
    “Jules,” she whispered, her hands falling against the tub. She gripped the sides, anchoring her body as she prepared for an uplifting experience, a new chapter in an innocent woman’s life.
    The dizzy feeling consumed her. She felt like she’d died and gone to a holding zone, the kind of place where sins were tallied right before final decisions sealed future deals, those that changed lives, for better or for worse.
    Jules stroked his lips with his tongue. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
    “Please,” she whispered, lifting her body above the surface as if in an attempt to provoke the promise, hold a man to his word.
    And that’s pretty much where the seduction ended with the sudden slam of a heavy door.
    “What the hell do you