Page 109 of The Moment We Know

“Sort of.”

“There’s no ‘sort of’, here. You either did, or didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

Paige took a couple of long, deep breaths, telling herself it didn’t matter if he’d initially done it for Ashley, because she was no longer around to enjoy it, while Paige was; still, it rankled. Clearing her throat, she asked, “Did you take baths with her?”

David could tell this answer mattered more to Paige than the one about the handcuffs, probably because of the orgasmic bath they’d shared not long ago and he was extremely glad he could answer in the negative. “No.”

“What about showers?”

Fuck. “Yes.”

She didn’t like that very much. “Did you have sex in the shower?”

“Yes.”

She liked that even less. “A lot?”

David put a hand to his face, rubbing his beard. On the one hand, the uncomfortable questions were killing his soul, but on the other, Paige’s fiery, territorial demeanor and naked stomping around was like crack-laced Viagra.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Paige said, then took a deep breath. As she did, the faint scent of sex, mingled with his cologne, teased her nostrils. “Did you wear the Hugo Boss cologne I bought you, when you were with Ashley?”

“Yes, I wore it a lot. Like … every day, actually.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Well, that’s really not what I wanted to hear.”

“What did you want to hear? That I never wore it?”

“Uh, yeah. That would be better than hearing Ashley got to enjoy the way you smelled when you were wearing my cologne, that’s for damn sure.”

“Technically, it was my cologne, since you gave it to me,” he argued. “And I don’t know if she enjoyed it or not, since I didn’t ask. However, she never said she didn’t enjoy it, so I assume she did. Although, had she known you’d been the one to give it to me, she probably would’ve raised hell and thrown it in the garbage, no matter how much she liked it.”

While it made sense he wouldn’t have told Ashley about the cologne, it didn’t make sense that he’d still wear it, especially after their painful divorce. “Why did you keep wearing it?” she wanted to know.

“Because it reminded me of you.”

His admission stunned her into silence for a second. “You … wanted to be reminded of me? Why?”

“Because I wasn’t ready to let go of you completely.” He held up the wrist with his Tag Heuer on it. “It’s the reason I wore this.”

“Did you wear that when you fucked her?”

Her blunt question barely gave him pause. “Sometimes.”

Immediately, the unwelcome vision of David wearing the watch while his hand roamed between Ashley’s legs, or played with her young, perky tits, filled Paige’s head. “Well … that really pisses me off,” she muttered, starting to pace again.

“I hardly ever took it off, actually,” he continued. “So, sometimes I was wearing it during sex—and no, I don’t know how many times that was. Which doesn’t mean it was a lot, it just means I don’t know.”

Paige stopped for a moment to cross her arms under her breasts and gave him a dirty look. “I wasn’t going to ask.”

“If it makes you feel better,” he said, moving along, “Ashley gave me a Breitling, which I hardly ever wore. That really pissed her off.”

Paige knew that Breitling watches were on the expensive side, and the one Ashley bought him could’ve cost more than the Tag Heuer. “That does make me feel a little better,” she admitted slowly, before asking, “How pissed was she, exactly?”

“Really fucking pissed. We had a few arguments about it. Nothing compared to the arguments about your name inked on my back, though. Those were pretty epic.”

“Like … yelling epic?”

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