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“That’s not the only reason why I ask you to stay inside.”

“Then for what other reason do you treat me like a prisoner?”

“You don’t need to worry if you do as I ask,” I told her, watching as my statement made her chest rise and wall against her top. She’d changed clothes since I left her after brunch. She was wearing a shorter tunic which came to mid-thigh. Her hair was pulled up into a bun and tendrils of hair stuck to her temples which told me she’d been moving around a bit. “Don’t attempt to move the chest again yourself,” I said.

“I’m not a child,” she replied.

“I have to shower,” I said, pulling my belt from the loops. “Everything you need to make supper is in the icebox.”

She propped her hand on her hips. “Will I be eating supper alone tonight too?”

“No.” My loincloth dropped to the ground.

Her eyes widened as I stood there in front of her in the nude. Her attention went directly to my cock, which was already half-erect, animated by her doing.

“God…”she breathed.

“We do learn something new every day, don’t we?” She seemed to be tongue-tied, so I said, “I’ll only be a few minutes in the shower. Think you can manage until I come out?”

“Yes.” With her face flushed a rosy shade, she backed up toward the counter where I left the fish.

Grinning, I turned around and headed behind the glass partition to have a cold shower. Because I certainly needed it.