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“What happened in the kitchen was not my fault.”

“This will be the last time you tell me that lie. Rule number one, I hate being lied to.”

“Rule number one? Why...”

“Hand me the towel, Eve. Rule number two, I hate having to repeat myself.”

She placed her hands on her hips and looked like she was about to say something. She thought better of it, then stormed over to the shelves. She grabbed a large towel instead of a small one.This motherfucker. She walked over to the shower.

“Here,” she said, holding out the large towel.

“Bring it to me.”

She swallowed. “I’ll get wet.”

“It’s not like you’ve never been wet before.”

His gaze roamed over her as he recalled how she’d rubbed her center against his cock. She’d wrapped her arms around him and held on to him tightly. Her mind may not know it yet, but it was clear that her body did. She belonged to him. And soon, every part of her, mind, body, and heart, would know that.

“Get into the shower, il Mio Tesoro,” he whispered.

“I don’t know what that means.”

It meant,my treasure. But she didn’t need to know that.

Not yet.

Chapter Eleven

Eve

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Eve stared at the showerdoor.

Clutching the towel, she just stood there, mind racing, trying to figure out what her next move was. He was naked.Don’t think about that part, she told herself. Or the part between his legs. But seriously, what did any man need that much dick for, other than to ruin a woman’s guts?

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