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out of the living room, across the tiled foyer and along the corridor to his suite.
    “You’ve decorated this house with American Indian artifacts. I like that,” Lotus said in lazy happiness when he led her into the master suite, through the sitting room to the large cream-colored bathroom. “I like your hot tub.” Lotus leaned against the vanity while he shaved.
    With half his face covered in shaving cream, he smiled at her, leaned toward a console and flipped a switch. The hot tub began churning at once, and in minutes, the steam on the surface was being carried through vents in the tiled ceiling. “Be my guest.”
    Lotus looked from him to the hot tub and back again. “All right.” She left him and went into the dressing room, closed the door, and removed her clothes. With a towel wrapped around her, she returned to the large bathroom, smiling at Dash who was waiting for her freshly shaven . . . and naked except for a towel around his waist. “That didn’t take you long,” she told him.
    “The thought of getting into that hot tub with you speeded things up considerably.”
    Lotus went right up to him, her eyes never leaving his, even when he leaned down and lifted her up, his one arm across her shoulder blades, the other under her buttocks. “I feel very tall," she whispered, her mouth less than an inch from his.
    “I feel able to leap tall buildings myself, my sweet lady. By the way your towel is slipping.”
    “Is it?” Lotus whispered.
    “Yes.” He bent his head and began to kiss her throat, her collarbone, then her breasts.
    Lotus’s fingers dug into his skull. She couldn’t have suppressed the groan that escaped her if her life had depended on it. She was still holding him that way when he pushed the towels away from both their bodies and then stepped down into the tub and lowered them both into the hot swirling water. Lotus was sure her body was filling with helium as Dash continued to caress her, to love her. Their bodies bent and swayed in the current of water yet their mouths clung, then quested over each other’s form. She wanted him to love her so much all earlier qualms left her.
    Finally after an eternity of loving, when Lotus knew that her blood was bubbling faster than the water, Dash lifted her in his arms and stepped out of the tub to rub her body with an exotic emollient, then pat her dry.
    "Your skin is delicate. It needs protecting,” he told her as he carried her through to the bedroom. "I will protect you in all ways, my China doll, even from my love.”
    That’s good because I didn’t come prepared,” she told him out of breath.
    He chuckled into her hair, his hands tightening on her.
    She had a moment’s earthbound sanity. How could she be making love with a man who could destroy her uncle and others like him? She hated gambling and gamblers. She stared at the face so dose to her own. Does he know who I am? Would he set a trap for me this way? She clutched at him, her mouth seeking his. Her uncomfortable thoughts melted away and there was only Dash.
    Nothing in Lotus’s life had prepared her for the sensual onslaught as Dash loved her body from her ankle to her chin, not missing a pore as his mouth went over her. With mounting impatience she resorted to a similar attack as instinct guided her hands and mouth. When she heard him groan, her blood pressure went through the roof and she wriggled against him with joy.
    "Darling! Don’t! Let me love you . . Dash told her thickly.
    “I am. And I am loving you.”
    “You are indeed,” he murmured.
    His tongue explored into her body, surprising her, arching her against him. She called out his name as passion filled her.
    When he parted her legs and slid between them, s he was ready and eager to be joined with him. She had the feeling of soaring on a meteor as the rhythm of the love took them, propelling them past the sun and the stars. “Dash! Dash!” Lotus called to him
    “I’m here with you, darling.”
    They spiralled