“Did I punch you?” I took a moment to be glad my hands were now so clean that no smut had rubbed off onto his robe at all. I rubbed my knuckles over the ridges of muscles just beneath the cloth. “You did,” he answered, his lips twitching. “Sweet one, I did not touch those women. I would not. Not ever before, and especially now that…” He broke off, and a strange, panicked expression flitted over his face before he masked it. I unfolded my fist and stroked his abs in apology for punching him, and then again in appreciation, and one more time because the spot on my nape gave me the most delicious
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