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He winced.

My heart sank. He probably thought I was lewd for suggesting it. I let go of my cheeks.

Tristan pulled his finger out and stood. “I don't have any condoms.”

I turned to look at him. “Oh! I do.”

“You brought condoms?”

My cheeks went hot. “I grabbed my travel bag when I packed. I had some condoms in it.”

“Oh.” He blinked.

“I'm not a slut!”

He held his hands up and laughed. “I didn't think you were. I'm just nervous.”

“You're nervous about . . .”

“Yeah, it's a new thing for me. I like to think of myself as a sexually knowledgeable man. Talented even.”

“Oh, you are.” I grinned.

“Thank you, but this makes me feel like a virgin.”

“Oh, I'm liking this more and more.”

Steam billowed around us, making his serious expression seem more intense. “I don't want to hurt you accidentally.”

“I'll talk you through it.” I went under the spray to rinse. “Go on. Rinse off. We're going to pop your cherry.”

“Ugh, I hate the sound of that.” He rinsed with quick strokes.

“Sorry.” I laughed and stepped out of the spray.

“Can I do one thing before we get out?” He went to his knees again.

I raised my eyebrows.

Tristan pressed his face between my thighs and split me with his tongue. I slid my fingers through his wet hair and hooked one leg over his shoulder. He made use of the access, licking and sucking at me until he fastened his mouth over my bud and flicked it with his tongue.

My cries echoed off the marble.

Tristan stood up with a grin. “I wanted to make sure you were clean.”

“I'm clean. Now, let's get dirty.”

“Why, Ms. Takeda, I never would have guessed you were such a wanton.” He took my hand and led me out of the shower, turning off the water as he went. “I'm absolutely charmed.”

“I can be naughty too.” I tapped his nose.

“Did you just boop my nose?” Tristan took a towel from a stack on a small table and dried me off.

“I did.”

“Sexy and adorable.” He pulled me into an embrace.

“Adorable, eh?”