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“Promise me,” she said in a firm voice.
Putting down the pillow on the bed, I walked closer to her. “Shelly, I shouldn’t have asked you. It’s a bad idea. After everything that happened to you tonight.”
Shelly lifted her face up toward me, and I was sucked into those brilliant eyes of hers. “If I say stop, you stop, and you can’t hit or spank me.”
I nodded.
“I mean it, Marco. You once said you really wanted to spank me but if you do, it’ll be the last time you touch me.”
Both my palms flew up in the air. “I won’t spank you, I promise.”
“You don’t get to make demands of me or become possessive.”
“Understood.” Every nerve ending was on alert and I was struggling internally. I’d never heard of an Nman only having sex with a woman, but maybe setting ground rules from the beginning would make everything easier.
“No one can know about us.”
I agreed. “Deal.”
She raised an index finger. “And my last condition is that I can add more conditions if something pops up.”
“Fair enough. I have a condition too,” I said.
“What’s that?”
My voice was deep and stern when I spoke. “Don’t lie to me ever again.”
“Are you sure you want to enforce that rule? Sometimes I lie to spare people’s pride or emotions.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And sometimes you pretend to be a sex-bot when you’re not. Don’t fucking lie to me, Shelly. It’s that simple”
“Okay. I promise that I won’t lie.”
“Good.” I watched her closely. “Were you serious about sleeping with other Nmen?”
“No.” Because she let her eyes fall down she missed the small smile on my face.
“Shelly.” Using my finger, I lifted her face again. “Will you take a shower with me? I’ve always wanted to try that.”
Shelly tugged at the t-shirt, looking a little shy. “Naked?”
I grinned and stepped close enough for our bodies to touch. “Do you Motlanders wear clothes when you shower?”
“No.”
“Then how about we shower naked together? For your research, you know. I can show you what men will want Natura to do in the shower.”
“Okay,” she muttered into my mouth when I bent down and kissed her.
CHAPTER 11
Research
Shelly
Marco’s body seemed enormous in the small shower. He was a head taller than me, his shoulders were broad, and his chest hard and chiseled.
I had heard Motlanders refer to Nmen’s visible muscles as vulgar, but his weren’t too bulgy and they didn’t bother me.
