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curve of his arm.
    He didn’t remove his arm from my waist the rest of the way to his home and I didn’t try to remove myself. I just sat there in the comfort of his arms until the long limousine rounded a corner into an alcove of multi-level brick homes decorated with bright green yards and exotic flora.
    “Fancy.” I commented as the driver pulled into the long curved driveway and stopped.
    Fancy didn’t even begin to describe the incredible and astoundingly elegant home where Dylan resided. I worked hard to keep my face neutral and my gasps to a minimum as my eyes bounced across the vaulted ceiling of the foyer, the tall winding stair case, and the golden embellishments blotted across the pristine white walls. My small heels echoed against the white Florentine marble as Dylan guided me up the stairs and down a hall to a set of white, gold trimmed French doors with looping handles.
    In total awe, I gasped at the expansive bedroom that unfolded behind those doors.
    The sight of his king sized bed both flustered and excited me, and thankfully he led me past it. Being in the presence of Dylan caused small explosions to burst through my body in simultaneous spots with the thought of how deft he was in the use of his fingers.
    The gaping garden hot tub that came into view lit a smile across my face.
    “Nice.” came out in a whisper.
    The large room had full mirrors, a chaise, and a separate stone steamer shower. An open door led to the actual business part of the spa like room.
    Dylan moved over to the tub and pulled his shoulders from his suit jacket. More gracefully than I thought the gruff man could perform, he sat on the edge of the oversized tub, rolled up his sleeves and turned on the water.
    I watched as he moved through the bathroom and lowered his large body to kneel in front of a cabinet under the sink.
    “What are you looking for? What are you doing?” I asked. Would he expect me to bathe with him? I wondered if he had brought me to his home to seduce me.
    He smiled back at me before he pulled out a bottle of liquid bubble bath in one hand and oil in another.
    “This is all for you.” he said, a softness befalling his eyes that I had never seen before. “Relax. I won’t bother you.” he stated as if reading my mind.
    I shifted my weight to my left side. He had been sweet to me, and I was being difficult.
    “I didn’t mean it like that.” I said.
    “I meant it when I said that I wanted to make sure that you were all right.” He poured bubble bath and oil into the water before standing. “I’m selfish when it comes to sex. Not about giving pleasure, but about your attention. When I take you, I want it all. I want your thoughts, feelings, and concentration to be on our bodies connecting.”
    I gulped, watching the plain expression on his face. Dylan was not joking. He planned to fuck me and if his finger skills were any indication of his ability, he was going to do it well.
    “Ok.” I muttered as flashes of his taut hard body ramming into me flashed through my mind. Dylan could have it all, and had taken all of my mind and emotions every time that we were together.
    “What will I wear, when I get out?”
    The air was thick with heat as the water rose in the tub and Dylan stood before me and grasped my hands.
    “I have a few left over company sweats for the softball team that you can put on. I’ll leave them on the bed for you, but you won’t need them straight away.”
    “Really?” I asked almost hopeful after his gesture that there might be more. No one had ever done anything like this just for me before.
    “There are clean robes folded in the closet with the towels. Hilda, my masseuse will be set up in the bedroom when you are ready. She’ll also assist with whatever drink you would like.”
    He kissed my cheek gently and I ached for his lips to touch mine again.
    “Thank you.” I smiled.
    The soak, the massage, the wine all soothed my soul in a way that rivalled the most luxurious