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strategically at the back, sides and bottom of the tub. Rhythmic spurts. Billie stared at it, illicit images dancing through her mind. “The special jets, I presume?”
    Adrian merely smiled and led her hand back to the water, turning it so that a spray pulsed against her palm.
    The vibration hammered through her veins, down low in her stomach. Lower. Her knees weakened, and the most obtuse question of all time slid from her lips.
    “What’s…what’s so special about them?”
    His mouth brushed her ear. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and find out?”
    She already felt naked, standing there with her hand shoved against the undulating jet and Adrian’s hot, hard body a narrow inch behind hers. “Because this is an interview.”
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    “All right. Let me see if I can put it into words.” It sounded like a threat. Before she could reply, his free hand swept around to gently hold her abdomen as he eased her forward, closer to the tub.
    “The jets are positioned to accommodate the varying statures of our clients,” he murmured, his cheek against hers, his warm, spicy scent filling her senses. “They pulse and massage and caress in ways a man’s tongue cannot. The little railing here, and the niches for the feet, hold the woman in place while the jets stimulate her, and of course her companion is always her attendant, so she doesn’t even need to stand on her own if she chooses. All she has to concentrate on is how many orgasms she can achieve.”
    Tightening his hold on her waist to keep her from slipping over the edge, he guided Billie’s hand from jet to jet beneath the water, sampling each one, his voice growing husky over the gentle hum of the hidden motor. “This one provides direct stimulation and brings a quick, intense orgasm. This one has a timed delay. A tease, if you like. But the resulting climax is worth the wait.” He shifted her hand to a dual jet with a softer pressure that sprayed higher, over the surface of the water. “And this one stimulates the breasts, while below…”
    They dipped beneath the water again, where a tiny, sharp stream greeted Billie’s tingling palm, flickering up and down, up and down. The sensation on her palm echoed a phantom caress between her legs, and she felt herself go damp and quivery there, as though she floated in that roiling tub, spread open to that flickering stream of silken heat, anchored in buoyant water against the hard, hungry body of her waiting companion.
    Adrian.
    His fingers burned her waist through the silk of her blouse, and perspiration beaded her skin, between her breasts, the nape of her neck, the small of her back, as his tone dropped impossibly lower. “Are you making note of all this, Ms. Cort?”
    Oh, God , was the response that welled on her lips, and even though she withheld it, he seemed to hear her as if she’d groaned aloud.
    “The tub is almost filled.” He nuzzled her cheek, his slick fingers trailing beads of water up her wrist when he drew her hand from the tub. “Last chance.”
    Her eyelids slid closed. “But I have so little time to get what I need from you.”
    The faltering statement rang out in the bathroom, vulnerable and raw and needful.
    Humiliated, Billie straightened in his embrace and turned to glare at him. “We’re wasting time. Let’s get back to the interview.”
    “I wasn’t aware that we’d digressed.” Adrian stepped down from the tub, handed her a towel, and reached for another to dry his own hands. “You asked me to tell you about the jets.”
    “Adrian, please.” Billie squelched the frustration rising within her. She didn’t want this man to group her with the clients and conquests and hungry-eyed females passing him on the street, yet how was she different? She was one of the few who’d sought him not for his lovemaking, but for his story, his truths. And now all she could think about 15

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    was the sensation of his lips against her ear, his breath warm, his