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made her grin. She fingered it
gently, remembering the stinging bite of his teeth there as he’d moved inside
her.
    With a contented sigh, she climbed into
the shower and turned on the jets. The hot spray pounded her sore muscles from
all sides, and she quickly lost herself to the sheer pleasure of a hot, steamy
shower. Living with Mark came with all kinds of perks and pleasures bordering
on hedonistic at times. Her little apartment certainly hadn’t come with such a
fantastic shower.
    She was just about finished soaping
herself up when the shower door slid open. Before she had a chance to turn
around, Mark was pulling her back against his chest and cupping her breasts in
his big hands. She moaned when he gently pinched her nipples, rolling the
turgid buds between his fingers.
    “Good morning, Master,” she managed
breathlessly. He’d only been gone maybe two hours, so she hadn’t expected him
to be home. But he loved to surprise her; he would come home at any hour of the
day just to make love to her.
    “Good morning.” He nibbled on her
earlobe. “I thought you would have been at the door to greet me, but I forgot how
much I’d tired you out. Did you sleep well?”
    “Very well, Master.” She arched her back
when he bit down on the hickey he’d left the night before. His erection rubbed
insistently against her slippery bottom, inflaming her need. He was so close to
being inside her…
    “Good. Because I’m feeling insatiable
right now.”
    He slid two fingers inside her, and she
clenched instantly around him with a small cry. Stabs of pleasure shook her as
he pleasured her with his hand, and it wasn’t long before she crested into a
climax. Then he was pressing her flush against the cold tile as he pushed
inside her, filling her so completely that she came instantly, right on the
heels of her last orgasm. Her screams echoed off the tile as he pounded into
her, and her knees threatened to give out beneath her. He came violently, his
arms banding tightly around her as he called her name, and she was filled with
such a sense of love and acceptance she wished they could stay there forever.
    Afterward he carried her out of the bath
and into the bed, where they stayed until well after noon.
     
    * * *
     
    Katherine was making dinner when the
doorbell rang. Surprised, she looked down at the silk-button down shirt she was
wearing and wondered if she should put on some pants before she answered it.
The terms of her contract stated that when at home she was to wear one of her
master’s shirts and nothing else unless he specified, though, and there was no
guarantee it wouldn’t be him outside the door, testing her to see if she
followed instructions.
    But then, he also hadn’t told her he was
expecting anyone. Who could it possibly be?
    Quietly, she tiptoed across the lobby and
looked through the peephole installed in the big oak door. Her heart pounded
hard when she saw Marcy standing outside, dressed in a trench coat and heels, a
briefcase held in one hand. She tossed a flirtatious smile at the peephole, as
if she knew Katherine was standing behind it at this very moment. What was she
doing here? Mark hadn’t told her Marcy was coming over. But she knew the woman,
and imagined that it would be rude to leave her waiting outside. Mark would
want Katherine to be hospitable.
    Sucking in a breath, she opened the door.
“Good afternoon, Marcy.”
    “Good afternoon.” Marcy didn’t wait to be
invited inside, but stepped straight up, and Katherine was forced to step aside
so that her bare feet wouldn’t get skewered by Marcy’s stilettos. “I see you’re
still under contract?”
    “Today is the last day.” Katherine
swallowed at the gleam in the other woman’s eyes. “Marcy, what are you doing
here?”
    “I came to play with you.” Marcy
unbuttoned the trench coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing the
siren-red lingerie beneath. Katherine sucked in a sharp breath at the
incredibly erotic vision before