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Cupid chuckles. “Good. Oaks and Marlene are bringing dinner in a while. You’ll get to try some items on the menu in my restaurant downstairs.”

“Oh, that’s nice of them. Oaks is your VP, right?” I ask, recalling he said Marlene was his VP’s ole lady.

“Yeah, he is. He’s a pain in my ass, but he means well. Would you like to get cleaned up before dinner?”

Thinking about the spa-like shower in Cupid’s bathroom, I practically groan. Every ache in my body is pleading with me to step into those shower jets. “That sounds marvelous.”

Cupid helps me out of bed, taking me by the hand and leading me to the bathroom. He turns on the lights, dimming them for my comfort. He leaves my side to turn on the shower, filling the room with hot steam. Digging through the vanity cabinet, he pulls out a big, fluffy white towel and washcloth and sets them on the counter next to the shower.

When he turns back around to face me, I expect him to leave and allow me a private moment. Clearly, I forgot who I’m dealing with.

Cupid moves in front of me, grabbing the hem of his shirt I’m wearing and lifting it over my naked bottom.

I gasp, pushing the shirt back down. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you undress,” Cupid says matter-of-factly, reaching down to drag the hem back up.

“I can undress myself,” I state a bit tersely, still uncomfortable with being taken care of.

“I enjoy undressing you,” he says in his deep voice I’m growing quite fond of, pulling the shirt over my head before I can refuse him again.

Standing naked before him, I grow self-conscious, and my body breaks out in a flush. Yes, he’s seen me naked before and has been up close and personal with my lady bits. Still, it’s only my second time being exposed in front of him, and the way his eyes are drinking me in like I’m his favorite whiskey has me flushing in more areas than just my face.

To break the lust spell, I march my ass right into the shower, turning my back on him. “Thanks for helping me. I’ve got it from here.”

“Are you sure about that?” his sultry voice says directly behind me.

Shocked, I spin on my heels, coming face-to-face with Cupid standing naked in the shower with me.

How the hell did he sneak up on me without me hearing him? And how did he undress so quickly?

When I open my mouth to ask him what he’s doing, the words get stuck in my throat. Cupid’s muscled body glistens with water, making him look like an oiled-up cover model on a romance novel. I watch the water trail down his toned torso to the V in his hips and the semi-hard enormous dick hanging between his legs.

Images of our first time together flood my mind, reminding me of what it felt like to have Cupid inside of me. How this man’s body moved inside of me has me seeing stars behind my eyelids still. I swear. My vagina had a pulse the whole next day, aching in all the best ways.

Realizing Cupid’s watching me, I quickly shake the memory away to confront him.

“Why are you in here? I didn’t invite you. And why are you naked? Put your clothes back on, Sir,” I demand, annoyed with how responsive my body is around this man.

Thank goodness I’m in the running shower to hide the slickness growing between my legs. Cupid seems like the type of man who would call me out on it if he knew.

The asshole smirks at my defensiveness, knowing exactly how his nakedness affects me. “Did you really think I wouldn’t get in the shower with you and miss an opportunity to get my hands on your sudsy body to help you bathe?”

When Cupid says it like that, I feel foolish for thinking otherwise, as well as eager for where these shower shenanigans may lead. My heart jackhammers in my chest, waiting to see what he does next.

“You need to understand something, Butterfly,” he says, lifting my chin until I have nowhere else to look but into his eyes. “When we’re together, we’re together in everything. You’ll never eat a meal alone if I’m here. If you’re resting, I’m either lying beside you with you in my arms or I’m watching over you. If you’re studying and I don’t have club business, I’ll be sitting near you with a book or listening to music. If you’re getting in the shower, you damn well bet I will be in the shower with you, giving you all the attention I can. And if you’re naked for whatever reason, I’m stripping down and we’re going skin-to-skin.”

Whoa! I’m pretty sure tears of joy are running down the inside of my thighs.

Some women might take Cupid’s words as controlling, even smothering. For me, as a woman who has always wanted an active partner involved in all parts of my life, you’d think I ordered the man from my wish list with how perfect he is.

Still, the bossy ass needs to be put in his place for getting too pushy.

Placing my hands on my hips, I pull my face free from his hold on my chin and challenge him. “And what if I want space?”

His eyes darken at my defiance, and he crowds me, placing his hands on either side of the shower wall and trapping me between his arms. “You’ve had space from me for twenty-three years. There’s no more space. You’re with me—always. If you get pissed at me, you hash it out with me right there. You feel like crying, you’ll do it against my chest. And when you’re happy, you’re sharing your joy with me. Ya hear me?”

“Loud and clear. But what if I get sick?” I ask with fake concern, mocking his territorial behavior.