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scared the shit outta me! What the hell are you doing here, and how did you get into my townhouse? Wait—how did you get my address?”
    He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Information.”
    “Persistent, aren’t you?”
    “When I want something, yes.” Shoving himself away from where he leaned, he stepped closer and her heart jumped into her throat. She had almost forgotten how gorgeous he looked in his jeans and button-down shirt. Liar.
    “As for your other questions, your door happened to be unlocked, and I wanted to see you.” He unfurled the panties in his hand, dangling them in front of her. “And you left a trail even a blind man could follow.”
    “Give me those.” She grabbed for the underwear, almost lifting herself completely out of the water.
    “Nope.” His eyes twinkled with amusement when she dove back underneath. Heat fused her cheeks while she watched him stuff the piece of silk into his shirt pocket. “A bargaining chip, you could say.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “What do you plan to ask for them?”
    He took a seat on the edge of the tub, and she scooted to the opposite side. “Oh, I’m sure I can think of something.” If she didn’t know better, she would have sworn he could see through the massive amount of bubbles floating around her.
    “Well, I’m sure your mother raised you to be a gentleman, so if you’ll leave the room, I’ll get out of the tub and get dressed.”
    His eyes darkened while a slow smile spread across his lips and her pussy clenched when the dimples flashed in his cheeks. “Uh-uh.” He toed off his boots and pulled down his socks until his feet were bare.
    “What are you doing?” she squeaked when he stood and reached for the silver belt buckle at his waist.
    “I’m going to join you.”
    Holy shit! She sucked in a ragged breath and captured her bottom lip between her teeth when he unbuckled it and pulled the belt out of the accompanying loops at his waist. His fingers reached for the button at the front of the denim encasing his hips, slipping it free, before the rasp of the zipper echoed in the room.
    Leaving his jeans gaping, he slowly slipped each button free on his shirt, revealing the hard muscled chest she remembered. She let her eyes follow the dark line of hair down his abdomen. Damn, he’s a sight for sore eyes.
    “You’re drooling, sweetheart,” he whispered softly with a dry chuckle.
    Her eyes returned to his when he stripped the shirt from his shoulders and tossed it to the floor. His hands grasped the waistband of his jeans and peeled them down his hard thighs. When he stood back up, his blood filled cock bobbed against his stomach. She licked her parched lips before capturing the bottom one between her teeth.
    Walking toward the tub, he lifted one leg, then the other and stepped into the warm, bubble filled water. He sank down beside her with a soft groan. Leaning his head back on the edge of the tub, his arms stretched out along the rim on either side of him as he peeked at her through his lashes.
    “Come here, Kat,” he whispered.
    She shook her head in denial even though her breathing shortened, rasping from between her lips in a soft sigh. Her pussy clenched and filled when he shifted and started to slide in her direction.
    “Katrina,” he murmured, sending shivers along her arms where she wrapped them around her knees in a vain effort to forestall the inevitable. She wanted him—needed him with every fiber of her being. She hadn’t been with a man since he had made love to her several weeks ago and his caress of her name sent heat spiraling through her.
    “Justin—I don’t….”
    “Yes, you do. We both do.”
    He grasped her hands, pulled them away from her knees, and maneuvered between her thighs. The hair of his chest tickled against the inside of her legs when he moved closer. His warm breath whispered across her lips before his mouth softly took hers. She whimpered a moment before