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workers’ compensation benefits, hasn’t the company already been found at fault?” I asked. “I’m simply giving us an in. We could wear recording devices so it would show that we were also looking into the claim that Mr. Wilson is a fraud.”
    “You know, that’s not a bad idea.”
    I smiled. “I wrote an article once on a retired doctor who’d worked for plaintiffs’ attorneys in these types of cases. He said that for neck injury claims, he’d ask the patient to move his head as far as he could without feeling pain during the examination. Afterward, when the patient was off guard, the doctor would walk all around the room asking the patient questions. The patient, if he wasn’t legitimately hurt, would turn his head every which way—without a single ouch! —to watch the doctor and answer his questions.”
    “Pretty clever,” Luke said. “So how are we gonna get him to show us his back injury is bogus—drop your purse on the floor and see if he’s able to pick it up?”
    “Ha, ha. We’re not as concerned with his back at this point as we are the fate of the P.I., are we?”
    “True, but if we could disprove his claim while we’re there, it wouldn’t hurt my feelings any,” he said.
    “I don’t know. I think maybe we should try to keep him on our side…or at least let him think we’re too self-absorbed to suspect him of any wrongdoing…until we can gather more information about him.”
    “When we go see him tomorrow, I’ll let you take the lead.” He pulled me close for a kiss. “Now…are you ready to go see Zumanity?”
     
    Zumanity was hot! The male contortionist made me squirm a little—and not in a good way. The way he could twist his body was just unnatural and a tad disturbing. But the rest of the show was stunning—the aerial performances, the acrobatics, the dancing, and that bathtub scene! Whew!
    Luke and I started our foreplay in the limo on our way back to the Bellagio, and we both had bathtub on our minds. We hurried to our master bath. I started the water and poured in the bubble bath. Luke went to the wet bar and got a bottle of champagne and two glasses. I lit the candles that were on the sides of the tub.
    Once the stage was set, we began disrobing each other, feverishly kissing each other’s bodies as we removed clothing. By this time, I was wet and he was hard.
    He turned off the water, and we stepped over into the foamy bath. Luke turned me away from him and rubbed my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs while his erection pressed between my thighs. He kissed and tasted my neck and shoulders. I reached behind me to rub his cock.
    He gently lowered the two of us into the water and fit my pussy onto his dick. With one hand, he resumed fondling a nipple. With the other, he fondled my clit.
    I moaned. “Oh…that feels incredible!”
    His thrusts combined with the tantalizing caresses of his fingers were going to make me cum in a hurry. I raised and lowered my hips, squeezing my cunt against his shaft as tight as I could as I kept rhythm with his plunges.
    We came together and then drank champagne and languidly bathed each other. It was heavenly to explore Luke’s body gently and lovingly…kissing him…caressing him…knowing there would be a round two tonight, but not yet.
    When we got out of the bathtub, we blew out the candles, toweled off and then went into the bedroom. We turned down the sheets and slid into the bed, spooning, cuddling, and caressing until he became hard again and I became wet.
    We made love slowly this time, keeping our eyes open and drinking in each other’s bodies, movements, and reactions.
    I placed fluttery kisses along Luke’s jawline, down his neck, over his chest…and then I sucked his nipples. His cock jerked in response. I trailed on down his body, skipping over his dick to concentrate on his inner thighs. He gasped when I cupped his balls, licked them, and then teased the area behind them with my tongue. I stroked his shaft