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8. Insan Kardeş (M)

Baris turned the key in the door and let Zeynep into their home , he knew she was both tired and exhilarated. The opening of the center had gone off without a hitch, and his heart was full with the pride he felt for her.

He closed the door behind them and leaned against it, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and pulling her against him. She sighed and melted into him, her nose buried in his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around his body, letting him take the full weight of her.

He nuzzled his mouth against her soft hair, "You don't know just how proud I am of you," he whispered against her ear.

She grinned against his cheek, "Ne kadar?", she asked calling back to the time in the restaurant when he'd asked her the same question.

He huffed against her face, feeling her smile against his skin. "Çok!"

A groan slipped from her lips, and he pulled back to look at her face quizzically.

"The heels," she grimaced. "I've been on them all day, my feet are killing me." She bent and slid her finger behind the strap of her shoes, slipping off one and then the other. It immediately dropped her down to a height where her head fit snugly against his shoulder. She tucked herself under his neck and sighed happily - she loved being in high heels and in level with his face so she could kiss him properly, and look straight into his blue eyes, but God, she loved being tucked up against him, wrapped in his strong arms - protected forever.

He kissed the top of her head, "Come on, I'll massage your feet."

"Gercektan mi?", she pulled back to look at him, her eyes wide in anticipation. No one had ever massaged her feet before!

"Tabii canim," he whispered, his voice low, sexy and amused. It surprised him that she was surprised by the offer. Had no one pampered his woman before? Well he had a lifetime to fix that.

He laced his fingers through hers and tucking their hands behind his back as he let her to the sofa. She skipped along happily - she loved this signature hand holding thing that he did, it literally made her heart go bump.

They settled onto the sofa and she shrugged off her jacket, while he turned on the soccer match on tv and lifted her feet onto his lap. "Relax," he commanded softly, and she did, laying her head back on the armrest of the sofa. He started slowly, gentle at first but then he hands got firmer, and he massaged deeper with sure, able fingers. She left out a low, long moan in response, and he stopped mid-massage, turning to look at her.

She opened her eyes and grinned cheekily at him, knowing exactly the effect it had on him.

She wiggled her feet in his hands indicating for him to go on, and he shook his head amused as he continued to massage her.

She watched him as he watched TV, a slightly bemused smile on his face. God, she loved looking at his face. His profile was the thing of greek gods. She'd seen the double takes he had received at the function today and a sudden streak of possessiveness shot through her.

"Mine" she thought to herself, smugly. Just like she was his - body and soul. Speaking of body, her eyes swept over his, starting at his broad shoulders, stopping at his muscled arms that the moved against his shirt sleeves every time he massaged, then trailing down his body to where her feet rested in his lap.

She felt that familiar swirl of desire in her belly, and her hands itched to slip under his white shirt. She sat up, shifting closer to him. He turned to look at her, his lips widening into a knowing smile as he saw the desire in her eyes.

His hands stilled but he didn't move. His eyes darkening as she shifted to lift a leg across him, straddling him, kneeling so that her full breasts were level with his face. She leaned into him and he buried his face between her breasts, letting out a deep, throaty moan. His hands grabbed her bottom and pulled her flush into him as she ground against his growing hardness.