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directed her into the center.
    Like the good submissive I’d trained her to be, Mia stood in the half filled tub, allowing me to bathe her. I slid this soap soaked sponge leisurely up and down her spine, languishing over her buttocks, and lower still. Her trembling revealed her response to my touch.
    Yes, I’d ravished her in the past, brought a perfect balance of both pleasure and pain to woo her, but what lay ahead was an intensity of belonging to a lover who prided himself on a certain brand of masterdom.
    Should my ownership of her become too much, the return of Mia to her old master was still possible. I needed her to know this.
    My jaw tightened. “Should you have doubts about me, about us—”
    “Don’t,” she said. “Not now, not after all we’ve endured to be together. Trust it. Believe it. I do.”
    “Mia.”
    “All I need is your love.”
    Shaking my head, I marveled at her understanding and squeezed the sponge, allowing warm water to trickle over her. “Warm enough?”
    “Yes, thank you.” She turned and rested her hand against my face. “You?”
    My cheek tilted into her palm and rested there. That gentle gesture of hers felt so endearing, so tender. I’d disallowed either of us to share this before, for fear our bond might have grown too intense.
    How futile that all seemed now.
    The glaring truth had been right there for everyone to see. My heart had brought me to this place and I only hoped Richard would forgive me. This conflict was all-consuming, this nagging doubt a better man would give Mia back to him. Yet I knew no one could love her like me, and the thought of losing her wrenched my heart too fiercely to fight against this.
    Mia wouldn’t suffer one more second because of a complex friendship between Richard and I. A tenuous fault line that would no doubt heal.  
    I wouldn’t be able to relax until I’d spoken with him. Until I knew he’d forgiven me for this time spent with the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, or touched, or tasted. Her skin was silk beneath my fingertips, her elegant curves drew my hand like the darkest bewitchment, and her enduring femininity stole my focus.
    “Climb in with me,” she whispered.
    My hands rested around her waist and I shook my head, coming out from this trance.
    All I knew was her.
    We bathed together.
    We were lovesick, spending the day finding new rooms to fuck in, ordering in food so we didn’t have to leave the house, and taking long walks on that golden sandy beach hand in hand, sometimes talking, sometimes silent, but always in tune with each other’s needs.
    I couldn’t remember the days before her.
     

CHAPTER 3
     
     
    PERCHED MAJESTICALLY above the Sunset Strip rests an exclusive enclave of homes, all of them belonging to the rich and famous. Their coveted panoramic view of twinkling lights born from that sprawling metropolis, and beyond a dramatic vista of a black velvet ocean.
    Hollywood’s rising starlet Andrea Buckingham lived in one of the largest homes situated on Doheny Drive. The blacked out glass fronted windows ensured privacy from overzealous fans and eager paparazzi with their long lenses of invasion.
    For me, hailing from the East Coast, this town had once held an intriguing appeal. Though after a slew of celebrity patients, I’d gained insight into the vacuous world of the film industry and the town had lost its sparkle. Though not for Mia, who sat to my right, all starry eyed by the trail of famous faces wandering into the private party.
    Tonight, on New Year’s Eve no less, we were gate crashing.
    Inside our limousine we’d been shielded from the chill, and I’d asked Leo to turn up the heat so Mia wouldn’t feel the cold.
    The time from Malibu to here had dissipated effortlessly. I’d been engrossed in Mia and hardly noticed the flashing billboards of the Sunset Strip, and paid little attention to the clubs, restaurants, boutiques, or partying crowds.
    We’d spent our first day together mostly