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kinks without anyone being the wiser. But he’d touched her with purpose, and he couldn’t have asked for better responses to his casual commands, his massage. There was no practiced air to her reaction, no awareness of the game in her expression, just instinct.
    She was attracted to him. He could feel it. It had thrown her off at first, and she didn’t quite know what to do about it, but it was there. And it hadn’t been easy for him to pretend he hadn’t seen it. To soothe her with harmless conversation when he wanted to kiss her instead.
    She was a natural submissive, though obviously one without that much experience. If she had it, she would have recognized his actions for what they were. Alicia Bell was what she appeared to be—a strong, responsible, beautiful woman who would look perfect bound on her knees or bent over his lap.
    He wanted to see that. Despite the voice is in head telling him to stay away, he wanted to know what it felt like to have her give herself over to him. He wanted to have her in a hundred different ways, but getting her to stay long enough to discover what she wanted would be a challenge with the current situation. She was focused on her sister, the baby, and his cousin’s epic fuck up.
    Tracy would deal with that, because he wasn’t lying—family was important to him. He would solve that problem and find a way to negotiate the other obstacle. Seducing Alicia.
    All thoughts of time alone and preparing for his future were pushed aside by the overwhelming desire he had to hear her cries of frustration and pleasure. To get wrapped up in all that glorious hair and feel her bare skin beneath him.
    Tracy growled and pushed away from the desk, shutting off the screen and heading toward the back door. It was close to two in the morning, but he needed a long cold swim to clear his head and break this fever.
    He was undoing buttons as he walked barefoot on the deck, loving the feel of the cool wood beneath his feet, the smell of the mountain air he’d missed more than he realized. Home. It always centered him, and it would help him hold on to his control now. He hoped.
    He dropped the shirt behind him and was reaching for his buckle when he stilled, listening to the sound of rushing water. The hot tub was on. He moved closer to the railing slowly, allowing his eyes time to adjust to the darkness.
    God, give him strength.
    Had her shoulder still been hurting her? So much she couldn’t sleep and had decided to take advantage of his custom made hot tub?
    His sexy little angel had been transformed into a siren by the water. Dressed in a white tank top and white cotton panties, she may as well have been naked. The thin fabric clung to her wetly as she leaned her head against the rim with her braid laid out behind her and floated, revealing the tempting handful of her breasts, the tight nipples that topped them and lower, the pale blonde curls between her slender legs. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to distract himself from the painfully swift arousal just seeing her like this had caused.
    If he was the gentleman everyone believe he was, he would leave, but he couldn’t make himself move. He’d come across a water nymph, pale and ethereal and looking like she would break or disappear completely if he touched her. How could he resist the chance to watch her unseen?
    He grimaced. Fuck poetry. He wasn’t any good at it. He was good at taking charge. He should announce his presence and claim her before she had a chance to get away. He should chain her to the wall in his bedroom and bury his face between her legs until she was willing to agree to anything.
    Slow down.
    What the hell was she doing to him?
    She reached up with her eyes still closed for something on the edge near her towel. Music drifted softly up to him…an mp3 player? Her phone? Wherever it was coming from, the beat and the bluesy melody sounded like slow, satisfying sex to his ears. As the song washed over her along