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"I really don't see that happening unless it's him tying me to the bed."

"Wow, we jumped from virgin to bondage rather quickly." I laugh.

"Sorry to inform you of this, but I still have that V-card."

"That's interesting. He can go to a brothel, but?—”

"Marks." I cut her off. "It's not like that."

"Then tell me what it's like."

"All right." I let out a giant breath. "I guess I'll start from the dock and him taking my phone."

Marks listens as I tell her everything that's happened. I leave some parts out, but I give her a lot. I don't want her to hate my husband. I know it shouldn't matter, but it does, and her opinions mean a lot to me.Shemeans a lot to me.

“You told him you shaved your vagina for this.” Marks laughs so hard that I have to pull the phone away from my ear. So much so that I’m starting to get a little mad that she won’t stop. Every time I think she’s finished, she cracks up all over again.

“Hey, it worked. He took a peek.”

“That wasn’t a peek.”

“Marks!” I hiss, glancing behind me to make sure no one is there. For all I know, Warren has someone following me around. I wouldn’t put it past him. I’ve already had the embarrassment of his dad walking in on us in his office. I don’t need someone else overhearing me tell Marks the naughty things Warren and I do to each other.

"This is so not what I was thinking. The man has a cold reputation, to put it nicely."

"He's not that way with me. He’s the complete opposite. He says I'm different."

"Normally I'd call bullshit, but he does sound different with you."

"So everyone is okay with everyone," I confirm.

"Now, I didn't say that, but I'm going to resist digging into Z."

"What do you mean?"

"I might have been able to get into your phone and laptop, but that farm as you call it is locked down so tight I can't get in anywhere, and I tried."

"Don't do that!" I snap at her. "You're going to get yourself in trouble."

"Like tied to a chair trouble?" she jokes, but I don't find it funny at all. Warren will play nice if it’s just Marks snooping forme, but if she does anything that he perceives as a threat, I know without a doubt that he won’t hesitate to protect his family.

“Marks,” I groan.

“Okay, okay. I won’t dig into Z, but what about Ronan?”

“What about him?”

“The man is fine.” I don’t think I have ever heard Marks comment on a man’s appearance unless it was to roast them.

“Really?”

“I know I’ve got issues, but the vagina likes what it likes.”

“I can’t with you.” I laugh. “You could come over and meet him.”

“And end up tied to a chair? Hard pass.”

“What if you end up tied to a bed?” I’m only teasing, but Marks sucks in a breath loud enough for me to hear.