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He walked to the steps and leaned against the wall. “You didn’t answer my question. You always dress like that when you’re sleeping alone?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes.”

Alexander pushed off the wall and climbed the stairs, stopping one step away from China. He ran the back of his hand across the front of her stomach. “Nice. Does it come in other colors?” China shivered and took a step back. A slow, sexy smile crawled across Alexander’s face before he took a step forward. “What other colors do you have, China?”

“Wh-white,” she whispered. China cleared her throat. “What do you want, Alex?”

Alexander removed the glass from China’s hand and finished off the contents. He sat it on the step, then pulled the towel from China’s head, allowing her damp hair to hang free. He dropped the towel, cupped China’s face with both hands and kissed her passionately on the lips. Alexander let them breathe and said, “You know what I want.”