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back. Think about a book we can read,” he called out. I finished taking off my clothes and placed them away from the tub. Climbing into the tub, I marveled at its length, my feet unable to touch the end. This gave me a temporary distraction from the person my mind suspected was on the phone at…I looked around and found a small clock on the wall. Ten? It’s not that late.
    I leaned back and tried to float, sitting up when Jonas walked back in a few minutes later, a puckering now appearing between his perfectly arched brows.
    My eyes widened. “Everything okay?”
    “Nothing for you to worry about. I’ll be holding an early meeting here tomorrow, so David will take you to your appointment in the morning,” he said, as if formulating a plan. He removed his clothing quickly, then climbed in behind me, splashing the water around as he settled his long legs on either side of me. My breath caught as his arm slipped around my waist and anchored me against his chest, feeling the soft hair brush against my back. I took a deep breath.
    He lifted a sponge and dunked it into the water, then squeezed it over my hair repeatedly until it was damp. He next filled his hands with a lavender scented shampoo and started to gently massage my scalp.
    “More spoils,” I murmured.
    Jonas continued to massage and soap up my hair as I drifted. “I take care of mine,” he responded.
    “I do the same,” I said as I went to pick up a sponge to use on him.
    “Another time,” he said, stilling my hand. “You need to indulge me tonight.”
    I sighed, but let out a groan when he moved to massaging my shoulders. “Alright,” I giggled.
    He chuckled and kissed my shoulder. “I enjoy hearing you laugh. I want you happy.”
    My heart expanded. “I…I am with you. I want you happy, too.”
    He kissed my cheek, then began washing my shoulders. “I am,” he said near my ear. “Have you thought of a book?”
    I sighed and moaned when he reached around and massaged my breasts. “Byron, Burns, Yeats, Cummings?”
    “Romantic poems we call out to each other in the night,” he mused as he filled the sponge with body wash and massaged it lower over my stomach “I had something else in mind. Spread your legs wider.”
    I gasped, but complied as he washed my pussy. When he was done, he cupped me as he had yesterday at the table, making every nerve in my body rise in response to him and the significance of his claim.
    I wiggled and he moved his arm around my waist to keep me still. When I was, he started rubbing the sides of my clit, his other hand journeying under me to the entrance of my anus. “I’ll fuck you there soon.”
    The way he was teasing my clit, I wouldn’t deny him anything. I moaned and he took that as a yes to push his finger through the tight muscles there. I tensed as pain overcame the pleasure I was getting.
    “Try to relax. Push back for me,” Jonas eased his finger out and I tried again, but I was no longer focused on the pleasure. Jonas, ever tuned to me, removed his hands and cuddled me.
    “I’ll try with my tongue. Move up to your knees and lean over the edge and hold on,” he commanded.
    I shook my head and laughed nervously. “No way.”
    He paused, then released me. “I won’t push you right now, but tell me why,” he said, turning me around to face him. He quietly washed himself as I searched for a response, feeling my face burn. “Some things are just better left alone,” I mumbled.
    He chuckled. “For tonight. I’ll do it when you become more comfortable with me and your body.”
    I bit the inside of my mouth. “I take it this is something you’ve done before?”
    “Oh, you want to talk about this tonight?” he asked, his tone playful.
    “Yes.” I was quiet for a few minutes and he took the nozzle hose and rinsed my hair. “Has anyone done that to you?” I pressed on for more discussion.
    “Yes, and I enjoyed it,” he said.
    I took in a short breath. “Oh.”
    This brought out a laugh from