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She stooped for her clothes.
“Donotcover yourself,” he ordered with a severity that thrilled her.
“This is very awkward,” she said, desperate to hide.
“You have my deepest indifference.”
She gave a happy grumble and hurried for the bathroom, her smile hurting her face the entire way.
“I will cook you…wow, a very early breakfast at three A.M.” she heard him say.
After she relieved herself, she stuck her head out the door. “Can I take a shower?”
“You must,” he said. “But with me.”
Oh dear God.
He was suddenly at the door, also naked. She moved aside, fighting not to hide herself from his hot gaze on her breasts. She lost the fight and raised her arms, only to have his hands block her. “Please do not hide from me,” he whispered.
The torment in his beg came from a starving man beneath the dominant he was so good at playing. She lowered her arms, elated that somebody so amazing and beautiful would crave her this much.
She took his hands and placed them on her breasts and he let out a light gasp. “You are remarkable.” He moved his hot palms over her, making her nipples pebble. “Your perfection has been a non-stop puzzle to my brain. Nothing can be this perfect and yet you are. May I kiss them?”
Her heart fluttered at the sweet way he asked, as if she were a rare treasure. “You’re the boss,” she reminded, breathless.
“That’s right,” he whispered, lowering his head and pausing briefly before filling his mouth with a hungry moan.
The hot suction was gentle, then he squeezed the base, getting more aggressive.
“Rukem,” she gasped, holding his head.
He stroked her mound with his other hand, dipping a finger between her folds.
“I need to shower,” she barely said, moaning at the perfect way he found her clit.
“You’re dripping wet,” he marveled at her mouth now. “You want this.” His finger slid inside her as he felt her ass with his other hand, his moans growing as he explored deep inside her. “I’m going to have you for breakfast.”
“Let me shower,” she begged.
“Mmm, yes,” he said, removing his finger and kissing her. “Then I will devour you.”
“Okay,” she barely whispered, ready to collapse. “Are you still showering with me?”
“I don’t think I can keep my hands off of you. We’ll never make it out of there.”
She gave a small happy laugh. “I’ll hurry.”
“I’ll cook for you. Don’t hurry. You need to eat because I plan to keep you in bed with me all day.”
“No work?”
His large fingers held her jaw firmly, sending a thrill through her. “I’m taking off, Meeski. In my culture, a man and woman spend a year after marriage getting to know one another.”
“A year?” she gasped, moving her hands over his silky hard shoulder. “And since we’re not married, we get what…a week?”
His perfect mouth spread in a smile on hers. “In my culture we are considered married when I do as the Marsh Brothers call it—stick my dick in it.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he pulled her tightly into his body. “And what if I don’t want to be married?”
