Page 13 of Sugarplum

"That's it, Jen. I want to watch you come."

I braced my feet against the end of the tub and pushed against the pressure of his hand. It had been so long, too long, since I'd been with a man who knew exactly what he was doing that I easily slipped over into an orgasm.

Water lapped against the side of the tub as the waves of pleasure rolled through my body. I relaxed in the warmth and allowed my bathtub fantasy a few more moments of tranquil quiet before opening my eyes. Holt removed his hands from the water and pushed to his feet. It was more than evident that the last few minutes had been just as exhilarating for him. He made no attempt to hide the erection pushing at the fly of his pants. It might have been the angle that I was looking at it, but something told me, his cock went with the rest of him, big, beautiful and breathtaking.

I watched the muscles in his back and shoulders flex as he turned around and plucked a towel off the shelf. He dried off his arms and held up the towel. "I think Coco has made lasagna. Are you hungry or are you going to keep soaking?"

I ran my hands over the flat tufts of bubbles that now looked more like froth than bubbles. "When I was a kid, I used to get out as soon as the bubbles flat-lined. I'd say it's that time."

Holt opened the towel. I pushed to my feet and stepped into the waiting towel. He rubbed his hands over the lush terry cloth to dry me as I leaned back against his chest.

"Every bath after this is going to be a complete and utter disappointment."

His laugh was cool and low like his voice. "That's not good. Guess I'll have to make sure I'm there if you bathe again."

"You have my permission."

He spun me around in his arms. The instant I peered up at him, he covered my mouth with a kiss. I melted against him and parted my lips. His tongue traced a sensual trail around my lips and his kiss deepened. My head was light with it all when he lifted his mouth from mine.

The candles still flickered and gave off the sweet smell of melted wax as the fragrant steam found its way to the cold surface of the mirror and settled there in a haze, a haze like the one in my head.

"I'm going to let you get dressed. I'll meet you out in the hallway in twenty minutes."

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