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she’d turned into a puddle of melted butter, he rinsed her hair, leaving it smooth and clean.
    He began washing her back with long, soothing strokes, stopping to knead each knot of tension. When her back and shoulders were totally limp, he attended to each of her arms with the same loving thoroughness, working even her fingers until they were as loose as water. With every skillful caress, reality slipped further away, and she melted a little more. Then she grew thrilled with the wonderful sensations of his strong hands sliding over her tender breasts.
    He was so good at massage that she forgot to be self-conscious. Her legs lolled outside the tub as she let the sensual excitement and the novelty of being cared for by a sexy man pull her deeper into an endless moment of sheer sensual bliss.
    “You are so beautiful.” Leaning in, he brushed teasing kisses across her taut nipples.
    She knew what she looked like, but she wasn’t going to argue with him. Not with a brand new erotic tension coiling in her belly. Her lips parted on a happy moan.
    Batzorg plucked the soap from her unresisting fingers, lathered up again, and began cleaning her legs. Starting with her toes, he washed, massaged and nibbled. His first nip on her baby toe sent a jolt of desire racing through her body, her nipples beaded tighter and her core heated, softened and leaked honey.
    His magic fingers slipped higher, parting her feminine folds carefully. He cleaned her pussy with the same thoroughness he’d shown the rest of her body, maybe more. While he tended her so gently, she jerked and squirmed, desperate for him to touch her rigid clit. His first brush whispered along the side of the tiny rod, making her buck against his hand.
    “Please,” she begged.
    “Look at me,” he demanded.
    She forced heavy eyelids to open and meet his searing gaze while he slowly penetrated her sheath with one finger. After she’d adjusted to the invasion, he inserted a second finger filling her, stretching her. Then he settled his thumb on her throbbing clit. A gush of cream from her core approved his efforts.
    He set a sedate pace, pumping slowly in and out, driving her wild with a restless need. “I want you to know who controls your pleasure.”
    “You. You do. Please, Batzorg.” She shivered, shameless, aching and desperate with a burning need for the satisfaction he withheld. Strangely even more than she wanted release, she wanted to please him.
    “Well spoken.” His velvet baritone praise brought a wash of ecstasy over her feminine core more satisfying than any climax she’d ever imagined.
    “Come for me now.”
    The tempo of his thrusts didn’t change and his light pressure on her clit didn’t increase—they didn’t need to. His command made a flush rise from her breasts, her sheath contract around his fingers, and hot juice gush from her channel as she tightened and shattered in her first honest-to-God, earth-shaking orgasm.
     
    Minka exploded in a shower of fireworks that shook her slender body, dampened the blonde curls covering her sex, and Batzorg’s hand, with her cream. Using the same delicate touch he wielded inserting nanobots to clean his weapon, he grazed the sweet spot in her slick folds with his thumb. Her tight, satin core fluttered with aftershocks, milking his fingers again while his balls ached and his cock strained against the armor. Ignoring his discomfort, he knelt beside her. Her responsiveness awed him.
    He had read of women who climaxed easily. But holy fucking meltdown, he had never heard of a woman finding release with Minka’s utter abandon.
    Could she do it again? He hoped so, because he wanted to taste her explosion of sweetness on his tongue, and then he wanted the grip of her wild ecstasy with his cock buried as deep inside her as he could go.
    Already hard enough to hammer right through his armor, he shifted to ease the strain on his confined package before lifting her out of the tub. He wrapped her in a thick towel.