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“So what’s on this list?” I finally ask.

Joshua opens his mouth but hesitates. “I don’t want you to think I’m not satisfied. I am.” His eyes move slowly over my face, as if trying to etch every single inch of me into his memory. “You more than satisfy me, Wynter. I just…”

“It’s okay.” I cover his hand with mine, my thumb caressing his knuckles. “Just tell me. As long as it doesn’t involve sharing me with a couple of hockey players.” I laugh under my breath. “Or worse, football players. That’s definitely a hard limit.”

His expression sharpens. “No way in hell am I going to share you with anyone. Call me selfish, but when you’re with me, I want you all to myself.”

Warmth spreads through my chest. If that’s selfish, I’m selfish, too. Because when I’m with Joshua, he’s all I want.

Even when I’m not with him.

“There’s this sort of…scene I’ve read in a few books. And whenever I do, I don’t know…” His breathing turns shallow, his nostrils flaring. “There’s something about it that gets me.”

“It turns you on.”

“Yeah.” The word is gravel. “It does.”

It feels a bit…surreal to be having this conversation with Joshua.

Never in a million years would I have expected a man who builds and fixes things all day long to have an appreciation for romance novels.

Wyatt never would have admitted to reading one. Hell, whenever he saw me with my e-reader, he’d make some snide comment about romance being trash, the female equivalent of porn.

Joshua doesn’t mock it. He embraces it.

And I want him to keep embracing it. Want him to feel comfortable telling me what turns him on. Just like I feel comfortable telling him what turns me on.

“Tell me, Joshua.” I keep my eyes trained on his as I drag my tongue along the seam of my lips. “Tell me what you want.”

He swallows hard. “I want…”

“Yes?” I inch closer but stay just out of reach.

“I want…”

“Yes.” I continue erasing the distance between us, his hungry gaze tracking every inch I close.

“I want you to stand up.”

I straighten, studying him with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

I didn’t expect him to say this. But I’m certainly intrigued about where this might go, so I follow his command and slowly rise to my feet.

“Go toward the doorway.”

Again, the request isn’t what I expected, but I’m even more curious now, so I obey.

As I take a few slow steps toward the doorway, I glance over my shoulder. He watches me with a lust-filled expression that makes my skin tingle.

“Now what do you want?” I ask when I reach the doorway, turning to face him.

He leans back in his chair again, steepling his fingers under his chin, completely at ease and in control.

“Take off your clothes.”

My pulse quickens, nerves fluttering in my stomach.

And yet I don’t hesitate. I kick off my shoes and strip my sweater over my head before pushing down my jeans until I’m completely bare.