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“Need some help, honey?” Elise gave him her best smile. “You’ll pull it.” “Nope, I’m a great hair brusher. Ask my nieces. They all vie for Uncle Ross to brush their hair whenever I see them.” Elise handed it over and let him lead her back to the bedroom where he lowered her on the carpeted floor in front of the chair he eased himself into. She sat back between his naked thighs and shivered at the feel of the hair on his legs against her ribs and arms. He patiently worked at the knots and tangles until he could pull through the mass without any obstructions. Elise loved it. She drifted on the sensation and couldn’t think of anything that would change it. “If you plan to volunteer at that soup kitchen again, Elise, you’ll wait until I can go with you,” Ross said. Elise considered his tone. “Will you be able to go on a regular basis?” she asked. “Probably not every Sunday, honey, but maybe once a month or so,” Ross answered. “I would hope that you and I will be doing different things on some Sundays. Volunteer work is important, and I’m now ashamed that I give money instead of my time, but charity begins at home.” Elise hid her smile. “Okay.” “When Norbert calls you, and I know he will, you can tell him that I’m your significant other, your boyfriend, your Dom. You choose.” Elise turned to face him. She held him with her gaze, searching his features.