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  “I want…want you to make me come. Please,” she couldn’t help gasping.

  “Good.” To her surprise, his hand was suddenly withdrawn.

  “What…why…” Genevieve looked around in confusion as he stood up and stepped out of the tub. “What are you doing?” she asked, as he began to towel himself off.

  “I think you’re all clean now.” Drew gave her a half-lidded smile, full of hungry promise. “So it’s time for our second intimacy exercise.”

  “But I thought…you said…” She shook her head as he pulled her out of the tub and used a fresh towel to start patting her dry.

  “You thought I was going to make you come? I am, baby.” He gave her a look that could have melted steel—Genevieve certainly knew it was melting her. “I am, but I want to take my time about it. Come on.”

  Before she could protest, he took her towel away and led her naked into the bedroom.

  * * * * *

  Drew couldn’t believe he had his beautiful, unobtainable boss at his fingertips like this. How many times had he fantasized about things he’d like to do to her while they were working together? How many times had he wished to have an opportunity like the one which had fallen right in his lap?

  And yet, to be honest, he wasn’t thinking of Genevieve as his boss anymore. Or the Dragon Lady or the Ice Queen or any of the other hurtful nicknames the other guys at the office had made up for her. He was just thinking of her as Gen, the beautiful woman who was so much more than she seemed to be on the surface. The woman he wanted to pleasure…the woman he wanted to make come.

  “God, you’re so gorgeous,” he murmured as he led her to the bed. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

  “Taste me?” Genevieve went suddenly pale and when he tried to help her onto the vast white bed, she resisted. “What are you talking about? That’s not part of the, uh, intimacy exercises.”

  Drew saw that he had hit on a sore spot—her big eyes were filled with uncertainty. Had her ex never tasted her or gone down on that sweet, luscious little pussy of hers? What an idiot the guy had been! No matter what her past experience with the act had been, he knew he could make it good for Gen, but he didn’t want to rush her.

  “I just meant with the body paints,” he said lightly. Going to the night table on his side of the bed, he pulled open the drawer. “Remember these?” He held out the jars of dark and light chocolate that came with their own little paintbrush. “That’s my pick for intimacy exercise number two for tonight.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Unless you really do want us to dress up like a naughty schoolgirl and a horny cowboy. Although I warn you, I like to be spanked really hard when I’m playing the schoolgirl. You might have to use the big paddle when I pull up my skirt.”

  To his relief, some of the anxiety leaked out of her big brown eyes at his gentle joking.

  “No, I…I guess this will be okay. As long as you don’t, you know, go too far.”

  Drew dropped the humor and looked at her directly. She was still standing uncertainly by the side of the bed, twisting her fingers together like a little girl lost in the woods.

  “Well, we’ve already established that I’m going to make you come, Gen” he murmured, holding her eyes with his own. “So how far, exactly, is too far?”

  “I…we…” She bit her lip and he could see her chest heaving as she tried to control her breathing. God, he liked this new Genevieve, the one who was as uncertain in the bedroom as she was self-assured and powerful in the boardroom. She seemed to respond best to his dominant side so Drew used it again.

  Putting the chocolate body paints back on the nightstand, he came to stand right beside her, deliberately getting into her personal space.

  “I’m going to touch you tonight, Gen,” he murmured, making his voice low and demanding. “Going to paint your sweet body all over and then lick it off.” God, he couldn’t wait to do that—just thinking about it had his cock rock hard! “Going to make you come,” he went on relentlessly.

  “I…I know. All right.” She looked up at him. Without the six-inch heels she was positively petite and he thought again how much he loved her short, curvy body. “But we can’t…we shouldn’t…”

  Drew suddenly saw what was bothering her.

  “Shouldn’t make love?” he murmured, stroking a strand of honey-blonde hair out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ear. “Is that what you’re worried about, Gen? That’s what you mean by going too far?”

  “Yes.” She bit her lip, looking up at him uncertainly. “That’s too far, Drew. I…we…I just can’t.”

  “All right.” He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed but honestly, it was no more than he’d expected. They had promised to fake as much of this as they could. And after all, he was still going to get to touch her and taste her—that was more than he’d ever dreamed would be possible back when he’d fantasized about her at the office.

  “Good.” She looked both relieved and possibly just a little disappointed—or maybe that was just wishful thinking on his part. “I’m glad we, uh, got that all cleared up.”

  “Mmm-hmm.” Lifting her by the waist, Drew picked her up and put her down squarely in the middle of the bed.

  “Drew!” she gasped as he positioned her with her head on the pillows. “What are you doing?”

  “Getting back to business,” he growled. Leaning over her, he looked her in the eyes. “I know your limits, Gen—now it’s time to show you mine. Put your hands over your head and grab onto the headboard.”

  Wordlessly, she did as he said. The headboard was a sturdy, wrought iron one with an elaborate curling pattern, just right for holding on to…or being cuffed to, for that matter. For a moment Drew considered using the handcuffs as well…but decided they weren’t really necessary. Besides, he might want to try the soft bondage intimacy exercise another night. He liked the idea of holding Genevieve down and doing all kinds of deliciously kinky things to her body while she was powerless to stop him—liked it a lot. But for tonight, he thought just making her hold onto the headboard would be enough to keep her in check.

  Sure enough, she reached over her head and took hold of the curving lines of iron just above her pillow. The position stretched her out and put her beautiful body on display—it was enough to make his mouth water.

  “Now what?” Her voice was trembling just a little, which made Drew want to reassure her.

  “Now I’m going to decorate you, baby,” he murmured softly. Leaning close again, he pressed his cheek to hers and gave her a hot, soft, open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive side of her neck. “It’s going to be okay, Gen,” he breathed. “You look so beautiful lying here naked for me. I just want to make you feel good tonight.”

  His warm words seemed to loosen her up some because when he placed one hand on her stomach, he felt some of the tension which had been tightening her body seem to loosen.

  “All right,” she whispered and this time her voice didn’t tremble nearly as much.

  “Good.” Drew gave her a lazy smile and sat on the bed beside her. Reaching for the jar of milk chocolate body paint, he opened it and dipped in the little paintbrush. “Now where should I start…?”

  * * * * *

  Genevieve had to bite back a gasp as Drew circled her right nipple with the cool chocolate paint. God this felt all kinds of good…and all kinds of wrong. She couldn’t believe she was letting him do this! Then again, she never would have believed she would let him stroke her breasts or rub her pussy in the bathtub and she’d done both of those things.

  It’s just for this weekend, she reminded herself again. And he promised not to go too far. Just let go and enjoy it.

  But that was easier said than done. She’d never had a partner who seemed so attuned to her—so interested in her pleasure before. Charles had been more of a five-minute wonder and she hadn’t had many lovers before him—she’d been too busy building her career.

  None of the men she’d been with before had seemed to want to tease and tortu