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The second we were inside of the room I became mesmerized by the duck egg blue and gold decor. There were two chairs by the window so that you could stare out at the lake. The main feature of the room beside the state-of-the-art television mounted on the wall was the huge four poster bed in the center of the room with a plush duck egg blue duvet.

“This place is gorgeous,” I said after my final inspection.

“I did good?” Zane came over and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“You did alright,” I grinned up at him.

Finally, he brought his head down and kissed me softly.

“I’m still hard from this morning,” he whispered.

“Zane,” I groaned.

He backed off and stepped away. “Okay, okay. But after dinner, there is no stopping me. I want it.”

“So how did you manage to come up with this location?” I asked.

“I know people, Stank. Don’t start questioning everything. Turn that lawyer's brain off for two seconds.”

Grumbling, I sat down in one of the plush chairs and started to enjoy the view while he went back out to grab our luggage. My phone started dinging and I pulled it out as an email from Pearl came through.

Groaning, I just decided to call.

“Hi, Pearl,” I sighed.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry to interrupt your weekend,” Pearl quickly apologized before immediately launching into what she needed.

The door to the room opened and Zane popped back inside. He was soaking wet but he had our luggage in tow. Holding up a finger, I let him know I needed a minute.

“Okay, Pearl. Draft up a brief for the Knoxville versus Buffant case. Make it short and then email it to Will. He will take it from there, I’m sure. I have to go.”

“Okay, Ms. Landry. Again, I’m so sorry…”

I hit the end button on the call as Zane began to peel his clothes from his body.

“It’s getting crazy out there,” his voice had turned husky.

Nodding, I couldn’t look away as he dropped his clothes in a wet heap by the door. The room had gone dim and finally I made eye contact.

“See something you like, Stank?” He slowly walked towards me, his dick hard and bobbing slightly before he disappeared into the bathroom.

I followed him in and found Zane standing near a huge white clawfoot tub. Rose petals were decorating the water and he had a bath bomb in his hands.

“Hey,” I whispered, the sound of fizzing filling the room when he tossed it in.

“Hey,” he whispered back and then came over.

Slowly he peeled my t-shirt and jeans from my body, kissing me all over, and making sure to pay special attention to the mound between my legs.

Just a gentle butterfly kiss that I knew was just a precursor for later.

We stepped in together, and I realized I’d been shaking as the room had grown cold. As the water and Zane’s arms enveloped me, I relaxed.

“I’ve never…” I spoke softly.

“You’ve never, what?”

He pulled a brand-new loofah from nearby and began to rub it gently over my breast.

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