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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 UncleRoss to brush their hair whenever I see them.”Elise handed it over and let him lead her back to the bedroom where helowered her on the carpeted floor in front of the chair he eased himselfinto. She sat back between his naked thighs and shivered at the feel of thehair on his legs against her ribs and arms. He patiently worked at the knotsand tangles until he could pull through the mass without any obstructions.Elise loved it. She drifted on the sensation and couldn’t think of anythingthat would change it.“If you plan to volunteer at that soup kitchen again, Elise, you’ll wait until Ican go with you,” Ross said.Elise considered his tone. “Will you be able to go on a regular basis?” sheasked.“Probably not every Sunday, honey, but maybe once a month or so,” Rossanswered. “I would hope that you and I will be doing different things onsome Sundays. Volunteer work is important, and I’m now ashamed that Igive 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 yoursignificant other, your boyfriend, your Dom. You choose.”Elise turned to face him. She held him with her gaze, searching hisfeatures.