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“Actually, I think I’ll fire up the sauna and enjoy the dry heat.”

Rush stood. “Sauna it is.” Without putting her down, Rush headed to the sauna and pushed the buttons to fire it up before continuing with her toward the bed. “That’ll take about ten minutes.” Rush started undressing her. “What do you say to an orgasm while you wait?” There wasn’t a doubt in her mind it was a rhetorical question. She was naked by the time he asked it and had already settled between her thighs.

Tatum didn’t bother protesting; she didn’t want to. Rush met her eyes and with a wicked gleam, licked her from back to front while intensely staring up into her eyes. The um sounds he made caused her skin to pebble. Rush maintained that intense stare as he brought her to orgasm with just his tongue and fingers.

When her body stopped quaking, Rush stood and headed to the bathroom, emerging with a fluffy towel. Was he not going to. . .

“Come on Babes, let’s get those muscles loosened up in the heat.” When he got close to the edge of the bed, she sat up and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her attempts to pull him down on her were unsuccessful. He dropped the towel on the bed, pulling her up instead. He cupped her cheeks and demanded her attention.

“Just enjoy the afterglow, Babes, and get in the damn sauna. A relationship isn’t orgasm for orgasm. Some days you get to have them all and some days it’ll be me.” He kissed her forehead and lingered before dragging her back toward the glass door. She could feel the delicious heat radiating from it as he spun her. Rush pulled open the door and went back for the towel. She reached out her hand and he tossed it to her.

“Is that what this is then, a relationship?”

He turned up the charm and smiled. “You bet your sweet ass it is.” Once she entered, he closed the glass door. “Don’t stay in there too long, okay? I’m going to pick up some pizza and beer in case Mark and Charlie are hungry. Plans are always better when fueled by hops and pepperoni.” He tapped the glass and exited the bedroom.

“A relationship.” She whispered to herself.

What did that mean to Rush? If his jade eyes gave anything away, it meant more than helping her or cleaning his toilets. As much as she wanted to give into the hope of it all, she held back a little. He’d indicated a future last night, too, but earlier he’d been different. Maybe because he thought she was married, maybe for another reason. Either way, she would be cautiously optimistic.

Tatum’s mind raced. Thoughts of Dale and Cyrus pushed out her happy thoughts of Rush and the after orgasm high. She knew Mark and Rush were professionals, but they had no idea who they were messing with. The Blankenships would not go down easy.

Especially not with a plan formulated over pizza and beer. She had to do something. She couldn’t. . .wouldn’t allow Mark and Rush to put themselves in harm’s way for her. Not if she could help it. The worst that could happen if she returned, especially publicly, was being committed for an evaluation. They couldn’t exactly off her if she made a spectacle of returning. It was a backup plan she’d keep to herself and listen to what their plan A was.

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