giving out yesterday.” As he headed toward the bed, he winked over his shoulder at her. She wore the purple veil.
“Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed someone went Ginsu knife on me.”
“Of course I noticed. Since Butch isn’t here for me to kill, what do you want me to do? Sorry to make this anti-climatic for you, but scars won’t change my feelings for you.” He grinned at the shell shock in her eyes. “Now how about that massage?” He took off his robe, then lay on the bed and waited. He wanted to take both of their minds off the scars and the attack.
At first he thought she wouldn’t oblige him, but then he felt her weight on the bed, and she straddled his back. As her soft hands kneaded his neck, he relaxed under her touch. A thought made him tense up.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
He reached back and cupped her hand with his. “Massaging me isn’t hurting your wrist is it?”
“I keep it at angles that don’t hurt.”
He lay flat and allowed her to work over his shoulder blades.
“Is that what you meant by your stroke was off?”
“Yes,” she answered quietly. “I need freedom of movement to draw the way I like. Why are you all knotted up?”
“Work.”
“How does having lunch with an incredibly beautiful woman equate to work?”
“Catherine is one fine woman.” Nefertiti’s touch became harsh. “But she’s not my type.”
“And what is your type?”
“Ninjas. Water ninjas, to be exact. What are you afraid of?” The massage felt great, too great. He rolled over. “Lie beside me. I won’t bite unless you want me to.” He winked.
She rested her head on the pillow beside him. “It’s so hard to explain.”
He caressed her waist. “All I ask is that you try.”
Eyes closed, she whispered, “I know this is extremely shallow, but I’m afraid you won’t be attracted to me.”
He didn’t understand why she would think such nonsence, but acknowledged what Victoria had been trying to tell him. Though Nefertiti’s looks didn’t matter to him, they mattered to Nefertiti, so he had to approach her from that standpoint. He rethought and realized her looks did matter to him; he just thought her still the most beautiful woman in the world. How to make her see that was the million-dollar question.
“I saw something while I was out today. Turn around.” After she turned, he leaned over the bed and fished through his robe pocket for her present and a condom.
“I hope you didn’t buy me anything else.”
He shot an incredulous glare over his shoulder at her as he slipped on the condom, then straightened his shorts. “Give me your foot.”
“You have entirely too much money and time on your hands.” She turned and set her feet in front of him.
“Don’t worry. This time it was under two hundred.” He fastened a purple amethyst bracelet around her ankle.
Nefertiti gently fingered the gift. “It’s precious. You shouldn’t have. Thank you so much.”
“You’re precious.” Bruce lowered himself off the bed, then kissed her toes, ankles.
His soft touches tickled yet excited her at the same time. “I don’t think you should…”
“Stop thinking.” He inched his way higher to her knees and kissed tenderly as he lightly brushed his hands on her thighs.
Her mind screamed, “Stop him.” Her body countered with, “Are you crazy? No way!” Next thing she knew, he’d taken off her shorts and panties and was nibbling on her inner thigh, and his hands were caressing her waist.
A life with Bruce was her fairy tale, her happily-ever-after ending. The love in his touch, his words, his actions proclaimed that fairy tales could come true. She gazed down at him. I love you, Bruce.
A devilish grin tipped his lips just before he kissed her most intimate place. His humming sent an additional vibration of sensual pulses through her. This feels too good. He’s too good.
Waves of passion drenched her. She was sure she’d drown, but at the moment, she didn’t
“Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed someone went Ginsu knife on me.”
“Of course I noticed. Since Butch isn’t here for me to kill, what do you want me to do? Sorry to make this anti-climatic for you, but scars won’t change my feelings for you.” He grinned at the shell shock in her eyes. “Now how about that massage?” He took off his robe, then lay on the bed and waited. He wanted to take both of their minds off the scars and the attack.
At first he thought she wouldn’t oblige him, but then he felt her weight on the bed, and she straddled his back. As her soft hands kneaded his neck, he relaxed under her touch. A thought made him tense up.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
He reached back and cupped her hand with his. “Massaging me isn’t hurting your wrist is it?”
“I keep it at angles that don’t hurt.”
He lay flat and allowed her to work over his shoulder blades.
“Is that what you meant by your stroke was off?”
“Yes,” she answered quietly. “I need freedom of movement to draw the way I like. Why are you all knotted up?”
“Work.”
“How does having lunch with an incredibly beautiful woman equate to work?”
“Catherine is one fine woman.” Nefertiti’s touch became harsh. “But she’s not my type.”
“And what is your type?”
“Ninjas. Water ninjas, to be exact. What are you afraid of?” The massage felt great, too great. He rolled over. “Lie beside me. I won’t bite unless you want me to.” He winked.
She rested her head on the pillow beside him. “It’s so hard to explain.”
He caressed her waist. “All I ask is that you try.”
Eyes closed, she whispered, “I know this is extremely shallow, but I’m afraid you won’t be attracted to me.”
He didn’t understand why she would think such nonsence, but acknowledged what Victoria had been trying to tell him. Though Nefertiti’s looks didn’t matter to him, they mattered to Nefertiti, so he had to approach her from that standpoint. He rethought and realized her looks did matter to him; he just thought her still the most beautiful woman in the world. How to make her see that was the million-dollar question.
“I saw something while I was out today. Turn around.” After she turned, he leaned over the bed and fished through his robe pocket for her present and a condom.
“I hope you didn’t buy me anything else.”
He shot an incredulous glare over his shoulder at her as he slipped on the condom, then straightened his shorts. “Give me your foot.”
“You have entirely too much money and time on your hands.” She turned and set her feet in front of him.
“Don’t worry. This time it was under two hundred.” He fastened a purple amethyst bracelet around her ankle.
Nefertiti gently fingered the gift. “It’s precious. You shouldn’t have. Thank you so much.”
“You’re precious.” Bruce lowered himself off the bed, then kissed her toes, ankles.
His soft touches tickled yet excited her at the same time. “I don’t think you should…”
“Stop thinking.” He inched his way higher to her knees and kissed tenderly as he lightly brushed his hands on her thighs.
Her mind screamed, “Stop him.” Her body countered with, “Are you crazy? No way!” Next thing she knew, he’d taken off her shorts and panties and was nibbling on her inner thigh, and his hands were caressing her waist.
A life with Bruce was her fairy tale, her happily-ever-after ending. The love in his touch, his words, his actions proclaimed that fairy tales could come true. She gazed down at him. I love you, Bruce.
A devilish grin tipped his lips just before he kissed her most intimate place. His humming sent an additional vibration of sensual pulses through her. This feels too good. He’s too good.
Waves of passion drenched her. She was sure she’d drown, but at the moment, she didn’t
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