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head. “Can’t do total, Graham. Maybe eighty percent, but there will be times that I will want to take charge and explore the softer side of you. That means you will need to trust me . And you have been warned. I may have a meltdown. Can you handle it?”
    Graham wavered. “I absolutely can, and I will. Ninety percent.”
    Kennedy laughed. “Eighty-five.”
    “Done.”
    “Now, outside of the bedroom, you won’t pull the caveman act, right?” she asked.
    “I would hope that we would be partners in our relationship, Kennedy. We can discuss things and make decisions together when it affects both of us, and that will be most of the time. I promise to try to listen and consider your opinions and feelings. But you have to know that I have a strong personality.”
    “No shit,” Kennedy said dryly. She wiggled out of his arms and gasped as he pulled her back.
    “Where are you going?”
    “I want a shower, Graham.” She huffed.
    “I’ll help,” he announced.

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    Kennedy tried to protest, but he swept her ahead of him and had her in the tub, the water running at the perfect temperature, and then crowded her against the tile wall. She closed her eyes as he soaped his hands and washed her from head to toe, paying special attention to her breasts and between her legs. Her arousal began to build, and when he shampooed and conditioned her hair, she nearly moaned out loud. No one had taken such good care of her, not even when she had been little. It felt wonderful, and she went with it.
    Graham spoke in her ear. “I want to shave your pussy, honey. And don’t go all tense on me. I don’t care about those little marks. I just want to be able to lick and suck and touch all of it without any barrier. It will feel really good.”
    Kennedy looked at him. His face was stark with arousal, his amazing eyes stormy. “I’ll get waxed.”
    Graham’s eyes went silver, and she knew she had challenged him. Then he visibly processed things and relaxed. “This time, honey,” he agreed. “But I’ll do the maintenance. It’s my pussy, too.”
    Kennedy shoved him. “I’m not a freaking car!”
    Graham laughed and pulled her to his wet chest. “Poor choice of words, sweetheart. Do we have an agreement?”
    He was like a dog with a bone. “Okay.”
    Speaking of bones, Kennedy was very aware of Graham’s enormous erection poking her abdomen, the water from the shower making it slip and slide against her. She reached up to her hair to rinse the conditioner and lubed her hands with it. When she stroked Graham from base to head, he hissed and hardened even more. She swept her thumb over the slit and then followed the vein pulsing along the shaft, squeezing the base with her other hand. It was satisfying to feel him rise on the balls of his feet.
    “This is the fifteen percent, Kennedy,” he gritted out. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”
    Kennedy ignored him and rinsed him with her hands, gently stroking. She dropped to her knees and enveloped him in her mouth, amazed that she couldn’t take all of him, although she tried. She sucked him and used her tongue in unpredictable motions, concentrating on relaxing her throat so that she could take more of him. She tried everything she had covertly read in those risqué women’s magazines. He slid his hands through her wet hair and began to guide her head.
    Kennedy fought to swallow everything Graham gave her. She hadn’t thought about him coming in her mouth. It just felt natural. But she wasn’t prepared for the volume and the heat. He tasted salty and earthy, and she liked his flavor. There had to be a first time for everything, but he didn’t need to know that. His head was big enough. Oh, bad pun, Kennedy. She rested her head on his thigh and caught her breath.

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    Graham reached down and tugged her to her feet, bending to crush her mouth with his. He was a goner. He was whipped. He was all those trite sayings men said about other men. Well, those