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She turned to him, water spraying at her back.
“First, I want you to lose the clothes and pick up the tool belt,” he said. “We still have an hour until I need to take you to the airport for your flight to… Where are you going this time?”
“Hawaii,” she said, her gaze moving up and down his body.
“Of course,” he muttered. “You’re headed to paradise and I’m off to, well, let’s just say I think I’m going someplace a little more landlocked this time.”
She nodded, her smile fading. “You’re going to stay safe out there.”
“Always.” He picked up the tool belt and held it out to her. “But before I go, I want you to take off your clothes, everything right down to your panties. And I want you to put on this tool belt. We’re going to play a round of the Navy SEAL and the plumber.”
“I don’t think I’ve heard of that one,” she muttered, pulling her shirt over her head.
His gaze headed south to her breasts. “We need to keep things fresh and exciting.”
She nodded solemnly as she added her jeans and thong to the pile of discarded clothes. “You know, I think that approach might be working for my parents. They seemed happy again after their second honeymoon in Mexico. The time to relax, just the two of them, helped.”
Yeah, Dante had a feeling that had more to do with time in general. Her father had finally come to terms with his grief. Plus, talking out their problems with a therapist seemed to help. But—
“Honey, we’re not going to talk about your family right now. Or your manager.” He moved closer and placed his hands on her hips. Slowly, he turned her around. “Right now, I want you to place your hands on the edge of the sink and let me love you.”
She obeyed, allowing the water to splash her bare breasts. In position, she glanced over her shoulder. “You know, that sounds like the beginning to a country song.”
“Does it?” He moved behind her and ran his hand between her legs. “How does the rest go?”
“Teach me a lesson, cowboy.”