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soothe a tired mechanic’s muscles at the end of a long day,” he said, as he pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his jeans. “Scoot a bit forward, sweetheart.”
    Phoebe did a double take, then looked around the room again. The dimmed sconces provided just enough light to allow her to take in all the details, but didn’t bombard her eyes and overload her senses. A fresh, woodsy smell hovered in the air, enticing her to draw in deep breaths and relax enough to maximize the wonderful scent in her mind’s eye.
    “This place is gorgeous,” she said, stretching her arms over the tub’s lip and leaning against the heavenly wood. “It’s certainly different from the country kitchen you carried me into earlier.”
    “The bathroom was the first room I renovated when I moved in.” Hottie tapped on the back of her shoulder. He was standing behind her—buck-naked.
    “ You’re gorgeous,” she breathed, unable to look away from his perfectly sculpted body. “I was about to comment on your handiwork, but you’ve scrambled my brain with your brawn.”
    He laughed, tenderly pushing her forward and sliding in behind her. Tan, long legs wrapped around and over her thighs, holding her legs apart and exposing the auburn triangle at her center. She tried to bring them together, to cover up a little, but the tensing of his calves was enough to stop her.
    “Never hide from me.”
    “I’ve been on my own for a few months, so I haven’t really…” Her voice trailed off. She hadn’t shaved her legs in over a week.
    “Go ahead, sweetheart. Finish what you were saying.”
    “It’s not that I’m shy or anything like that, especially not after all we’ve just done, but I’d like to take some time to get myself pretty for you.”
    “If you get any prettier, you’ll give me a heart attack.” He collected her against his chest, and his ink masterpieces crossed over her breasts, managing to hold her close enough to rub her upper arms and warm her torso. Heat sizzled along every cell on her skin.
    “I don’t know how you do it, but you’ve made butterflies dance in my tummy again.” Phoebe kissed along the shadow outlining his jaw, lingering on the tiny indentation in the center of his chin. “I like this.”
    “Taking baths?”
    “Taking baths with you,” she amended. “Taking baths with you in a paradise of a bathroom.”
    “Duly noted, sweetheart. We’ll take baths often.”
    “Does that mean you’ll be punishing me often?”
    “It’s not punishment. It’s discipline.” He cupped her chin and tilted her face up, swiping his thumb over her lips. “And the frequency of discipline is up to you. You are the only one who can decide to act properly or not. The rest is for your pleasure. Never for punishment or pain.”
    “Thank you,” she whispered, dropping her gaze and feeling overwhelmed with his sincerity. She simply wasn’t used to any man making her needs a priority and giving her the power that Master Dane gave her to hold over him.
    Before she could guess his intention, he had a bath sponge and scented soap in hand. Rather than spoil the moment, Phoebe closed her eyes and enjoyed the lathering massage. Having a man’s hands roam all over her naked body would be, on a normal day, a titillating experience; she was truly exhausted because she couldn’t react to his ministrations. Rather than succumb to the sensually of the experience that should have served as a launching board for another bout of sexual play, the pleasing aromas and his relaxing attention lulled her into a state of pseudo-sleep. She hardly bothered to open her eyes when he washed and rinsed her hair.
    Fidgeting in the cooling water, she finally managed to look about. Grateful, but tired, she wondered if they were almost done. “It’s getting a little cold.”
    He wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her against his warmth, resuming the rubbing along her arms. Phoebe traced her fingers over his tattoo, feeling