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Katie closed her eyes.

“Look at me.”

The only reason she opened her eyes was because she heard a rare hint of humor in his voice. But she saw no evidence of a smile on his stern mouth, and his pale eyes looked strangely dark in the low light as he absently stroked her chin with his thumb, his jaw flexing.

“What?” she demanded rudely.

His penetrating eyes lifted to hers. “Why are you so angry?”

“I am not angry,” she snarled.

He leaned forward and kissed her, the hand holding her chin sliding around to the back of her neck. It was a deep, drugging kiss that left not just her eyelids but the rest of her body feeling heavy. By the time he released her and sat back on his ridiculous milking stool, Katie was weak and breathless.

“Why are you angry?” he asked again.

“How can you do it?”

He frowned. “Kiss you?”

“How can you just p-pay a woman to be your—to do the same things you and I do together?” she finished miserably, wishing she had never opened her mouth.

He regarded her silently for what felt like hours. Katie had given up on any answer when he said, “Nothing I’ve ever done with anyone else is anything like what you and I do together. And that is because there is nobody else like you, Kathryn.”

Katie realized her mouth was open and shut it.

“Now, will you let me finish bathing you?”

Katie was stunned into silence by his declaration and all she could manage was a nod.

By the time he finished her second foot, Katie’s body was limp and her mind was no longer spinning but hazed with sensual pleasure.

And then he reached into the water and slid both hands around her thighs.

Katie’s eyes sprang open. “Oh! You—you don’t need to do up—up there.”

He met her gaze with a serious look. “I am very thorough, Kathryn.”

Her heart was back to pounding at her ribs like a fist on a cell door when he finished soaping and stroking the inside of her thigh.

When he reached for her other leg, his hand grazed her mound and she jumped.

“Don’t worry, Kathryn. I’ll get to that part next. I’m saving the best for last.” And then he smirked and proceeded to shred her few remaining wits.

Instead of leaving her leg in the tub when he’d finished with it, he draped her knee over the side.

“Gerrit?”

Without speaking, he did the same with her other leg.

“What—what are you—”

“You are so beautiful,” he said while both his hands sank below the water, one landing on her breast while the other stroked her wickedly exposed sex.

Katie shuddered as he circled her swollen, aching bud, his other hand teasing and pinching and caressing her nipples until she felt ready to burst.

Gerrit leaned low enough to suckle the tip of her breast, one thick finger sliding inside her slick passage while his clever thumb nudged her over the edge. “Come apart for me, darling.”

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