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overtakes me in three long strides, capturing me by the waist. Nuzzling his nose into my neck, he says warningly, “Don’t play with me Emma.”
    Emboldened by what he said, I have a wicked desire to see how far I can push him. I take his hard cock into my hand and say, “But you’re fun to play with.”
    â€œThat’s it!” he says with that dark look in his eyes that sets my pulse racing. In one smooth move, he scoops me off my feet and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal and kick my feet, catching him in the stomach. He smacks my bottom, a stinging smack that inexplicably sears straight to my clit. He strides across the room and into the bathroom with me still upended over his shoulder and sets me down next to the shower. “Move an inch and I will tie you up and fuck you until you beg for mercy,” he says calmly.
    Oh god. I am breathless with desire for him. He can make me wet with nothing more than his words, so raw and primitive. I don’t think he will actually follow through with his threats, but I’m not completely sure so I stand still while he turns the shower on.
    â€œPromises, promises….” I can’t help but add teasingly.
    â€œYou have no idea what you’re saying,” he says roughly, pushing his fingers through my hair and bringing his lips hungrily to mine. I kiss him back greedily, my need matching his.
    He stops kissing me long enough to undress me, but this time there’s no slow eroticism to the way he removes my clothes. He roughly tugs my dress off, and then my bra and panties.
    He presses his mouth against mine and it feels like he’s claiming me. Placing his hands under my butt, he squeezes my ass as he lifts me off my feet. “Wrap your legs around me,” he says. The heat in his eyes intoxicates me.
    He lifts me easily and I wrap my legs around his waist, our bodies touching in the most intimate of places, chest to chest and center to center. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Opening the shower door, he carries me into the steaming shower, pressing my back against the cold marble wall as he takes my mouth possessively.
    Turning so the water sluices over our bodies, he sets me down on the built-in marble seat. He turns slightly and I can’t help but admire the lean lines of his body, slick with water. Grabbing a bottle of body wash, he squirts some on a bath sponge and then rubs it until it’s covered with a thick lather. He turns back to me and lifts my hair, running the soapy sponge gently around the back of my neck, over my shoulders, and down my back, making small erotic circles. Hmmm. If I’d know he was ordering me into the shower for this maybe I wouldn’t have protested so much.
    But in the light of day, I’m embarrassed by the intimacy of him bathing me. “I can do it,” I say, reaching for the sponge.
    â€œLet me,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you.”
    With a sigh, I try to relax and focus on the sensation of the sponge moving erotically over my skin, setting each nerve on fire. He washes my back and then my arms, moving the sponge gently over my chest, around and over each breast, roughly abrading each nipple before moving down across my stomach. My muscles quiver with desire. Kneeling before me, he takes my foot in his hand, running his tongue along the arch before following the trail of fire left by his tongue with the sponge. He circles the sponge around my ankle and up the length of my leg, inch by delicious inch, until he’s caressing my inner thighs. I hear a whimper as he lifts my other foot and repeats his erotic ministrations, and realize it’s me.
    Then he’s dropping the sponge and scooting me forward until I’m sitting on the edge of the seat and he's kneeling before me as the water gently flows over both of us, washing me clean. With his hands on my knees he nudges my legs apart, opening me to him. He runs kisses up my