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“Seriously?” He asks, holding in his smile briefly before it breaks through.

I dispense some jasmine-smelling soap onto one of the luxury sponges that feel like angel’s wings on my skin before giving him an eye roll. “It was painful but glorious, and you damn well know it, so stop smiling like that.” I hesitate before I run the sponge across his chest and glance over at the towel uneasily. Too late with my recovery, he pinches his brows and follows my line of sight before sensing my hesitance. This man wasn’t lying when he said he’s memorized me. He’s far too perceptive, making it hard for me to hide anything. Both a blessing and curse.

“What? Are you hurting more than you’re letting on?”

“No . . . it’s not that.”

“Well then,” he ducks under the spray before spouting a stream of water onto my chest. “Spit it out.”

“Cute.”

“Natalie,” he warns, “what is it?”

“I’ve had sex before you,” I start. “Some good sex.”

“Fucking really?” he groans. “That’s what you’re going to start with?”

“Hear me out. I’ve had a handful of partners.”

Nostrils flaring, his jaw ticks.

“There’s nothing to be jealous about.”

“I’ll be the judge.”

I roll my eyes. “I can’t talk to you when you go all paleolithic man.”

“Then maybe you need to skip the sexual history and get to the point.”

“Forget it,” I say dismissively, turning and ducking under the spray. He instantly turns me back to face him and positions me to the shower wall. Palming the tiles next to my head, he runs his nose along mine.

“Sorry, I’ll put the jealous asshole on a leash. Tell me what you were going to say, Beauty.”

“Well, in my experience, I’ve never . . .” I dip my eyes to my nether region before widening them. “You know . . .”

He frowns in confusion before a slow smile begins to build on his lips.

“You mean—”

“Don’t you dare say it!” I clamp my hand over his mouth as he completely ignores me, his reply muffled against my hand.

“Femaw ej lation.”

“I said don’t say it!” as he chuckles and removes my palm.

“Porn word—squirting.” He barks out more laughter as I shake my head in irritation.

“That’s absolutely disgusting.”

“Didn’t seem that way at the time,” he muses at my discomfort.

“Just forget it. This conversation isn’t happening.” Thoroughly embarrassed, I do my best to free myself under his scrutinous confines as he presses in, holding me in place. “This is highly unfair,” I say, unable to move, “you’ve got a lot of muscle and inches on me.”

His lips quirk higher. “You walked right into that one, and I must admit, my ego is thankful for the boost.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Ouch,” he chuckles, “is this our first marital spat?”

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