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head. Her captain was completely missing the spirit of the game.
    “Look at me,” she commanded, trying to force authority into her voice.
    He stared down at her face. She let her desire show in her face, parted her lips, breathed deep. Her taut nipples pressed against the fine fabric.
    She let her gaze drop, pulling his with it. She looked down at her breasts, studied how the fabric draped around them, hiding and revealing. Lifting one hand, she pulled the cloth tight around one peak, examining how the pink of the tip showed through. She slid the fabric back and forth, enjoying the grate of fabric against her tender skin.
    Her eyes wandered on. She stared at his hand upon the heel of the boot, and then trailed up her pale leg until it disappeared at the hem of the shirt. She shifted again. The fabric opened more. From her angle she could not see much, but as she moved her gaze back to his, she could only guess at how much he could see. His eyes were heavy and dark and focused at the shadow between her legs.
    “God, you are beautiful,” he murmured, before pulling on the boot, lifting her leg higher, his gaze still focused at the apex of her thighs. The boot came free, but still he held her leg high, his breathing stilled. She shifted in her chair, feeling her own arousal at the heat of his gaze.
    “I have another boot,” she said.
    Without shifting his gaze, Derek reached down and raised the other leg, slipping the boot from it with one hand and great speed. He held both her legs high, almost tipping her back in the chair. He spread them slightly further.
    “I think it is time for you to bathe me.” Her voice was far breathier than she liked.
    “Bathe you? I thought you said this room did not have access to the bathing chamber.”
    “I could have you call for hot water and a tub, but that might take longer than I wish.” She pursed her lips and pretended to think. “Perhaps you will have to use your tongue, will have to lick me clean.”
    It was impossible to miss the swallow that gulped down his throat.
    She continued. “Yes, I think that is a fine plan. I would have you start with my toes, but I confess I do not know whose feet have previously been in those boots, so I will let you start at my knees.”
    It was his turn to lick his lips. She focused on his mouth, already imagining it on her flesh, goose bumps rising in anticipation.
    “You will need to put my legs down. I do not wish to fall over.” The chair was beginning to tilt at an alarming angle.
    “If I must.” With some reluctance he complied, although his eyes still did not move from their focus, even though she knew the shirt must now cover her.
    “Kneel before me.”
    Oh, he did not like that command.
    Sulking like a child, he followed her direction. Men were impossible. He clearly didn’t object to what was coming, only to her orders.
    “You may begin. I believe you should start with the sides of my knees and then the undersides. I do want to be sure I am very clean underneath. And perhaps you could stroke the knee you are not washing. I would not want one of my legs to feel ignored.”
    His eyes shot up to hers. “I know how to…”
    She gave a long sigh. “I am quite sure that you do, but that is not the point. I know exactly what I want, and I intend to have you give it to me.”
    For a moment she thought he would protest, but then he sank to his knees between her legs and placed a slight kiss on the inside of each knee. That was not exactly what she had requested, but she was not about to protest.
    His dark hair was still tied back in its queue, and without thought she leaned forward and untied it, running her fingers through his unruly locks. When he forced her hands away, she leaned back again, regretting the loss of his silken strands between her fingers.
    But then his tongue ran along the crease at the back of her knee and she was lost for thought. The stubble of his beard abraded her skin most deliciously. And his tongue, she