Free LOGAN (The Innerworld Affairs Series, Book 5) by Marilyn Campbell Page B

With unhurried strokes, he brushed it out until it hung around her like a satin cape.
    Nadia was always fascinated by her own transformation from civilized woman to primitive creature. "That's enough. You may take my slip and briefs. Carefully ."
    She hadn't needed to say that. She knew he would take the utmost care not to touch her flesh until she gave him the specific order to do so. As he removed her briefs, she wondered if he noticed how damp the crotch was today and whether his dull mind ever figured out what that meant. She doubted it.
    "You may touch my hand to help me into the tub. And make sure my hair doesn't get wet."
    As she submerged her body in the deep water, Fulton placed a pillow behind her head and draped her hair over the back of the tub. Normally the hot, perfumed water would instantly start relaxing her but today the itch was too strong to be calmed so easily. Fulton dipped a washcloth into the water and held it out to her.
    "I'm quite worn out today. You do it." He pressed the cloth to one of her feet but she kicked it away. "Not with the cloth. Use your hands. The way I showed you before. Remember, the doctor said I have poor circulation and should be vigorously massaged to improve the condition." She closed her eyes and smothered a sigh as his fingers closed over the toes of her one foot and squeezed. It would take some time for him to get to her abdomen, but he had learned the routine well and it would be worth the wait.
    One leg, up to the hip joint. The other leg. One arm, then the other. Her nipples were tightly puckered long before his palms pressed over them. He kneaded her breasts and rolled the nipples until her breath came in gasps. "Go on," she whispered, and his fingers slid down over her stomach and into her womanpiece.
    Instantly she felt the first streak of pleasure and gripped the sides of the tub. "More," she said, spreading her thighs so that he could fit his whole hand over her. "Faster," she demanded, gyrating her hips in the opposite direction of his motions. When the explosion came, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. It would not do to let him know how very well he had served.
    She rested in the tub awhile, but the itch was still nagging at her. This was definitely the day to teach Fulton a new trick.
    She gave him permission to help her out of the tub and towel her off. While he was on his knees, drying her feet, she ran her fingers through his hair. His hopeful gaze leapt to hers. "Did I hurt your feelings before, Fulton?"
    He lowered his eyes again. "I deserved your criticism. I wasn't attentive."
    She stroked his cheek and neck and noticed how he angled his head for more. Continuing to pet his face, hair and shoulders, she softened her voice to complement the gentle touch. "But you usually are and I shouldn't have been so stern with you." She eased him forward just enough to tickle his nose with her pubic hair and he giggled in response.
    "I tasted the sweet you made me. It was excellent. You really are very good most of the time. You can't help being slow about some things. I should be more patient." His lips parted, and she felt his hot puffs of breath against her womanpiece. A little more attention and he wouldn't question anything she ordered, no matter how outrageous it was.
    "Would you like to rest on the chaise with me?" His gaze darted to the golden lounge then back to her. She didn't know what he liked more, her petting or the feel of velvet against his skin. To give him both at once was the closest he could come to ecstasy.
    She considered reminding him that this was a very special privilege that he would never be granted from another employer. But he knew well that, since it was so distasteful for a woman to touch or be touched by a man, her gift to him was extremely rare and should be cherished. His payment for the privilege would continue to be silent loyalty and total devotion.
    "Before we rest though, there is another service I require... something you've