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Last night was a step toward something more with the only man I’ve truly wanted for my own. A man to love me for who I am—flaws and all.

It takes everything in me to restrain my enthusiasm when I hear the soft click of the door opening. No need to scare Butch off with my girlish behavior. I quickly school my features into something more seductive as my biker enters the bathroom.

CHAPTER NINE

BUTCH

“About time you brought your fine ass in here,” Candy teases with a flirty glance over her shoulder, giving me those bedroom eyes I love. “I was thinking you changed your mind.”

Change my mind about steamy shower time with a goddess? Not a chance.

Change my mind about bringing up the marriage license? Fucking, yes.

The idea of broaching the marriage to Candy, not knowing if she remembers it, has me clamming up. Beads of sweat surface around the base of my neck, trickling down my back as I consider how to confront her.

Candy must see the change in my mood from the happy-go-lucky fool in the bedroom to the queasy coward in the bathroom. She whirls around to face me head-on, worry etching her forehead with thin lines. She hurries over to me, placing her soft hand on my forehead.

“Are you okay? You look a little green.”

I grimace, fighting a wave of nausea.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I swallow a baseball-sized lump of dread from my throat. The more I contemplate addressing Candy about our marriage, the more I realize this isn’t a conversation to rush. It would be best to feel her out, carefully asking questions from what she recalls the night before. “I’m…hungover.”

Yeah, that sounds reasonable. Probably because I am hungover. I’m not lying. I never want to lie to my woman.

Omitting the truth isn’t lying, right?

“Oh, no,” Candy coos, running her hand from my forehead down to cup my scruffy cheek. “Do you think you’re going to be sick? Do you want me to grab you some water and Tylenol? Or a cold compress for your head?”

This woman and her sweetness will go to my head. Candy isn’t exactly the nurturing type. Probably because most of her life, she’s been in hostile situations where she couldn’t afford to care about anyone but herself. As much as I’ve watched her, I know she’s not been this kind to any of the other guys in the crew, and rarely with the other women in the club.

The fact that she’s coddling my sorry ass is not lost on me. It means I mean something to her. And fuck if that doesn’t make my heart squeeze in my chest like a warm hug.

Despite my uneasiness, I can’t help smiling as I place my hand over hers.

“Thank you for worrying about me. I’ll survive.”

I glance at my wristwatch and frown. Our deadline to meet the team is fast approaching. Steamy shower time will have to take a rain check. After the glorious sex-filled night with Candy, a quickie will be a cheap alternative. I don’t want cheap with Candy. She’s had to settle for cheap all her life. No more. Not with me.

“We should take a quick shower. We don’t have long before we have to meet the team in the lobby.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I wish I could recant them. Candy’s pretty cupid lips turn down in pouty disappointment. The last thing I want to do is disappoint her. I’m torn between saying fuck it and having the team wait for us or following orders to return home for the assignment.

Before I can decide either way, Candy turns to the shower. She releases a long sigh of resignation, along with the towel she held around her ample tits. The towel drops soundlessly to the floor, revealing my naked goddess in all her sinfully sexy glory. Lean legs, tight curves, and two thumb-grip dimples right above her firm ass greet me.

My brain goes haywire, and my dick takes over, going from flaccid to rock hard in record time. It’s ridiculous how little control I have of my body when I’m around this woman. I run my hands down my face, groaning in irritation.

“Not fair, Goddess. I can’t worship you the way you deserve in the time we have.”

Candy turns to face me, giving me a taunting shake of her chest before stepping into the shower. “Who said I played fair?”

My dick takes the lead, directing me right into the shower behind her. Candy stands under the spray of the shower nozzle, hot water cascading over her precious head and luscious body. Her creamy skin turns pink under the hot water and her perfectly round breasts sway as she runs shampoo through her wet hair. Hypnotized, all I can do is gawk at the beautiful sight before me.

“It’s rude to gape at a naked woman,” she chides with a teasing smile, catching me watching her.

“I can’t help it,” I admit shamelessly as I continue to drink her in. “You’re stunning.”

My brain yells at me to stop thinking with my dick and ask her about last night. Yet, standing in front of her in the shower with her sudsy body glistening…fuuuck.

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