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Mark entered the bedroom, both wary and anxious. Would she accept him? There was really only one way to find out. After dropping his t-shirt on the foot of her bed, he headed toward the bathroom where he could hear the muffled sound of splashing through the closed door. Maybe she'd like her back washed--and anything else he could reach. Lena sat immersed in bubbles when Mark entered the bathroom. Steam rose about her head and tendrils of damp, black hair framed her face. She tuned her head toward the door the second she heard it open. "Are you coming in to join me?" Crossing his arms, he leaned against the doorframe and grinned. "Well, I was going to stand here and watch you bathe for a while, but now that you mentioned it, I notice there is plenty of room for two in that big old tub. There's no reason for you to feel lonely, now is there?" Lifting her veiled gaze to his, Lena answered, her voice husky and oozing with sexuality, "No, there isn't a reason to be lonely. Join me." |
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