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He came back a minute later holding a robe, slippers and a small bottle. “What’s that?” “A few things to help you relax.” He grinned and handed her the bottle. She took it and read the label out loud. “Romance in a Bottle.” It was massage oil, containing exotic Polynesian and Tahitian essential oils, said to have aphrodisiac effects. She looked up at him with a curious expression. He was holding up the bathrobe and slippers. “Care to change into something more comfortable, m’lady? I believe your room comes with a complimentary masseuse.” His blue eyes sparkled in the soft light of the room.

They bought all my bath soap, moisturizer, shampoo, hair conditioner, and creams I used to give my hair shine and volume; everything I needed was here. I undressed quickly and didn't waste time entering the shower, where the water quickly turned brown from the excess dirt and blood on my body. The wounds stung under the contact of the water, but I couldn't care less; I needed this, to feel clean. I took the liquid soap they bought for me, along with the bath sponge, and rinsed my body once, twice, three times, which is necessary. The skin on my chest burned because of the force that I used to brush the area to remove the touch of the Corelia's and the trace of the lascivious looks of those m

Once they had finished with their play, He had taken her directly to the bathroom and ran them a nice soothing bubble bath and they were now submerged, Ruby sitting between Roth's legs, her back to his chest. "Yes, I do," he informed her softly, kissing the side of her neck. She moaned her satisfaction as his lips sent a soft shiver through her. Roth spared no detail, soft music played in the background. Lavender scented candles were lit and the intoxicating floral scent of the bath oils he'd added to the water enhanced the romantic atmosphere. It was like something out of one of the romance novels she loved so much. Just minus the rose petals floating on top of the water. She'd never enjoye

“You’re gonna spoil him rotten.” I jump at the sound of Beau’s deep Southern drawl, and when I turn to look at him, I have to remind myself to breathe. He’s in nothing but that same baseball cap, a pair of jeans, and black work boots, and the sweat glistening on all that tanned, toned muscle has my panties sopping wet in no time. God, his body is amazing. It’s the kind of lean, chiseled body a man gets from working outside every day and not from going to the gym on his way home from the office. I desperately want to strip down and rub my naked body all over him. The very idea of it almost has me purring. “Sorry,” I finally manage to say, giving Pierre’s nose one last pat.

She kept her mons clean except for a narrow strip of curls the length of each outer lip. Finished at last, Bree stepped inside the shower, closing her eyes against the sensual caress of the almost hot spray, letting it cover her skin. The caress of the mist bathed away the perspiration and grime of the day and soothed any residual nerves and misgivings. Sure enough, a selection of body washes stood on a built-in shelf. Deliberately forcing herself not to think about how many other women had been in this shower. What should she care, right? She carefully selected one with the scent of honeysuckle. She had read about honeysuckle in so many books that she wanted a chance to see what caused all

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he whispers, his warm, minty breath tickling my ear. Oh, thank goodness. I don't think I could have endured much longer. You agree, right? Buffy chimes in. I'm hyperventilating up here FOR you. I take the loofahs and apply Drew's two-in-one men's shampoo and conditioner onto them. Instead of turning around, I bend at the waist, allowing my buttocks to brush against his sheathed erection. I don't need to see his face to know how this affects him; I can feel it myself. I move the loofahs to his feet and, in a teasing manner, simultaneously slide them up each leg, eventually reaching his thighs as I stand back up. Only then do I pivot to face him, witnessing his enjoyment of my touch, his deep

When I’m clean, he turns his attention to himself, quick and efficient, as though the only thing he really cares about is getting back to me. Afterward, he wraps me up in a thick, plush towel. Back in the bedroom, the air kisses my damp skin, raising goosebumps along my arms. Dominicus sets me gently on the bed and kneels before me. He grabs the lotion from my nightstand — the one I’ve recently got addicted to, the one that smells faintly of vanilla and almonds — and pumps some into his hand. The lotion is warm from the room’s heat, and when he rubs it into my skin, it glides like silk. His big hands work the moisture into every inch of me, slow and careful, until my skin gleams rich and gol

she mutters while turning on the shower She rubs the soap on her skin and moans lightly. The soap is like a stroll through Arkansas flower garden in spring. It leaves a good feel and scent on the skin. On her naked, caramel body is the finest pure white towel wrapped on her chest like a special gift After then, something in the beautiful room stole her attention. She stares at the King-sized four poster with a seating area that provides a view over landscaped garden. Just then, she hears the ding-dong sound of the door alarm

I wanted to give him the impression that I was trying to get to know him, but I knew that there was no real chance I wanted him to stick around. Hopping into the hot shower upstairs in the master bedroom, I soaped myself up with some bubbly homemade soap. I always bought some from the local farmers market; the artisan always had a way with getting just the right scent combination that wouldn’t bug a werewolf to death. Rubbing my skin, I let my imagination go wild. I imagined my hands were Teddy’s, messaging up and down my body. Just because I don’t want him, doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the fact of how attractive he is I mused to myself before fully giving into the guilty pleasure. I star