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“Are you going to watch me all day?”

“If I had a glass of wine, this would be my dream job.”

He smirked slightly as he stalked toward me. Those beautiful hands slid up my arms until they rested on either side of my jaw. I swallowed hard as I stared up into his gorgeous eyes.

“So, does this mean you’re coming back with me for sure?”

“Is there a job opening for watching you strip?”

“Now, who’s calling who a hooker?”

“Men are escorts,” I said breathlessly. “And it’s a compliment coming from a woman.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Get in the tub.”

“You’re not going to kiss me?”

“I have terrible breath.”

“So do I.”

“Then let’s not ruin what we have.”

He stepped back and tested the water before holding out his hand. “Ladies first.”

I scoffed, shaking my head at him. “Oh, so now I’m not good enough to kiss? After I showered, you didn’t care that you were making me smelly and gross.”

“That was then.”

I took his hand, but stopped when I was about to get in. “Wait, does this mean that I’m gross and you don’t want to touch me until I’m clean?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“You implied it.”

“No,” he said slowly. “I implied that we’re both dirty and tired. I don’t want to kiss you or touch you in any way that deters me from getting to that bed. I’m tired, and I was rowing a boat for two days. I look like a lobster, and I’m not sure I could get it up if you grabbed my dick and started sucking it. So, I’m going to get in the bath and soak my muscles for a few minutes. You can join me, but if you try to have your way with me, I’ll have to send you to bed without dinner.”

I quirked an eyebrow at his humor, despite the horrible situation. “I think I’ll just take a shower.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Not because you get your way,” I clarified. “But because I don’t want to sit in your man scum.”

“You do what you have to do. I’ll be in here.”

Okay, I was slightly put off by his less-than-enthusiastic attitude about me being in the bath with him. But once I had the chance to think about it, I realized that I was too tired for sex too, and arguing about him wanting me was just silly. In fact, by the time I got out of the shower, I was practically dead on my feet.

I plopped down on the bed, letting my face smoosh into the comforter as I sank in deep. Holy cow, this was the best feeling in the world. I was pretty sure my body hurt just from trying to relax. How was that possible?

The bed shifted as Eli sank down beside me with a groan. “Oh, that’s it.”

“Right?” I asked, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“It hits all the right spots. It’s like it was made for me,” Eli sighed.

“You were right. No hanky panky. Let’s just go to bed and sleep for twelve hours straight.”

“Agreed.”

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