he atmosphere in th

his left hand wrapp

rist, Madam," Henderson lied s

her coffee. "Oh no.

ut... I cannot assist Master Julian

on her coffee.

that moment. He looked at Henderson

h a wet towel," J

n insisted. "You need the hot water circulati

ng in his jaw. She thought it was pride. She thou

, putting on her 'brave face'. "We're m

e Master

e room was tiled in blac

hat went from his waist to his ankles. He claimed they were for "circulat

stare at his chest.

d shoulders, defined pectorals, a si

with your arms?

ripping the edges of the tub. He was terrified. Not

large sea sponge

ched hi

was soft, but it sent an el

cular motions. Shoulder

baseball. Think about the quarterly

Stella asked, noticing h

lian gra

to his chest. Her fin

breath

d his stomach. Then sh

gings," she said innoce

y-eight-year-old man, and his beautiful wife was touching hi

e muscle tense. She would feel the heat. Th

a," he

her hand on

n

bed her wrist before she could

er violently, c

nough!" h

ropping the sponge. "

his voice echoing off the marble

ated himself. Before he proved he w

looked at him-at the anger in his f

out of the bathroom

his fist agai

ooked down at his body, fully

iserable and aroused, listening