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My steps faltered.

Ash hesitated at the doorway. “If one room isn’t enough, Anton can have another. There are plenty to spare.”

I turned to look at Anton, my chest tightening with doubt. Those familiar feelings of low self-esteem still plagued me, even after all these years. Despite what he’d said, I couldn’t shake the worry. Would the bond we’d forged in the last few days survive now that the intensity had passed? Was it just adrenaline, or was there truly more to us, as this morning seemed to suggest?

But then Anton’s grin broke through my uncertainty. “One room’s fine,” he said, his voice warm with reassurance.

Relief washed over me, and I laughed as he scooped me into his arms. “Anton!” I squealed, swatting at him as he carried me across the threshold, bride-style.

He smirked down at me. “What? Thought you liked it when I swept you off your feet.”

“You’re right. I love it,” I grinned, pressing a teasing kiss to his jaw as he took me straight to the adjoining bathroom, which was just as luxurious as the rest of the villa, with a sunken tub big enough for two.

Anton set me down and kissed me—softly at first, then with growing intensity, until my knees wobbled.

While I squirmed, wet and wanting, Anton moved to turn on the water, adjusting the taps to the perfect temperature. He poured some bubble bath into the tub, watching as the water filled, foamy suds rising and filling the air with a sweet scent. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he turned back to me.

“I remember a sassy little lady telling me she wanted food, a bath, and sleep. Do you remember that?” he murmured against my neck.

I laughed, sliding my arms from around his neck as I worked on the top button of his shirt. “I do. And you said it was a deal, as long as you got to do them with me.”

“Exactly.” His voice was low, his breath warm against my ear as his hands slid under my top, pushing it up. “And did that bath include me getting to wash every inch of you?”

I bit my lip, teasing him. “I might be persuaded to agree that it did.”

His eyes darkened with amusement, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, I’ll make sure you agree.”

Before I could respond, he kissed me again, his hands moving quickly to pull off my top and joggers. I didn’t waste any time with him either, undoing the rest of his buttons and pushing the shirt off his shoulders, then reaching for the fly of his jeans.

Once we were both naked, I sank into the warm water with a satisfied sigh. Anton followed me in, settling behind me, the steam curling around us, the soft glow of the overhead lights reflecting off the marble making the room feel almost ethereal, a haven of safety—a world away from the constant fear that had clung to me for the last few days.

My sexy soldier’s touch was both tender and possessive, as he wrapped his arms around me. “You are one sexy woman, Marcie,” he murmured between kissing and nibbling on my neck, his fingers skimming my body. I arched back into him with a moan.

Anton lifted a washcloth, letting the water drip across one breast, then the other. My whole body shuddered at the light, teasing sensation.

I turned in his arms, straddling him as the water rippled against our skin. “Let’s take care of each other,” I whispered, my fingers brushing the edge of the cloth. Anton’s smile deepened as he handed it to me.

Slowly, I ran the cloth over his broad chest, moving lower to his stomach, delighting in the feel of his muscles shifting beneath my touch. Every inch of him felt solid, real, and as I reached his thighs, I felt his breath hitch.

“You’re so damn good at this,” Anton rasped, his hands moving to my hips, urging me closer. We kissed and I ground my pussy against his hardness making him moan.

“My turn,” he smirked, his eyes darkening as he reached for the cloth again, his movements slow and deliberate. He ran it over my neck, down my arms, and then gently across my breasts.

“God, Anton, your touch makes it hard to think,” I panted.

Then don’t, honey. Just feel,” he whispered, brushing his lips over mine as he placed the cloth aside. His hands explored me, caressing my breasts with an almost reverent touch at first, then becoming firmer—squeezing, tweaking, rolling my nipples. He dipped his head, sucking on one, then the other. Jolts of pleasure shot through me, my body quivering with each pull.

Whimpering, I bit my lip as the passion between us grew, the pressure building in my core. His lips found mine again, kissing me deeply, while his hands roamed lower, brushing against my sensitive skin.

I moaned into the kiss, every nerve alive with need as Anton cupped me gently, his thumb finding my sweet spot. His touch was firm yet tender, circling my clit with a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through me.

Mr Sexy Soldier took his time, using his thumb and fingers expertly, making sure to bring me to the edge, before pulling back just enough to keep me on the brink.

My breathing became rapid, short, sharp, jagged breaths. “Please Anton, I need you,” I pleaded, panting, desperate for more. “Sir,” I whispered, the word no more than a breath as he finally guided me over the edge, spiralling into a climax that tore a cry from my throat.

I trembled in his arms, my head falling back as I surrendered to the pleasure.

Anton’s gaze never left me as he shifted, pulling me close again, his hands stroking my back soothingly as I slowly came down from the high. His mouth found mine again, soft and tender this time, before he broke the kiss with a grin.

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