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“You mean the ones you sullied?” She cracked a smile.

“I cleaned them after you fell asleep,” he assured her and turned on the water sprayer.

“Oh my gawd! There are some things that can’t be washed off, like perviness.” She shoved him.

“You can try,” he chuckled and grabbed her hands then rubbed them over his chest.

“This is an ambitious job. It may take a while.” Nadzia smiled seductively, her hands drifting downward. His shell instantly responded, the plates on his abdomen receding one by one.

“Nadzia, that’s adding to the problem,” he groaned when she grazed his lower stomach. They’d never getcleanthis way, his thoughts were getting dirtier by the moment.

“I can see the problems are growing.” She admired his arousals which had sprung to life and reached for them.

“No, no, no. It’s getting late and I must check in with the crew,” he insisted, stepping out of reach.

There was actually nothing he wanted more, but he was still too sensitive and didn’t trust himself.

“I’m sure your crew is capable of handling things.” Nadzia circled around him wearing a mischievous smirk.

His head turned, suspiciously watching her ‘til she disappeared behind his back. He trembled as her small palms traced a path from his shoulder blades down to his ass then squeezed his cheeks.

“So very nice and tight,” she purred.

“Nadzia,” he warned.

“What? I’m helping you wash your back.”

“That’s not my back,” he barked, surprised, as she dipped her fingers between his cheeks.

“Um, Aculus, where’s your, um…?” Her fingers confusedly searched the length of his crack.

He turned to see her perplexed expression. Nadzia’s little nose was crumpled up, a deep crease between her brows.

“I don’t have a rear opening,” he snorted in amusement.

“How can you not have an asshole?!” She gaped at him.

“Evolution. What happened to your shell? Why do you have this silky, stringy stuff?” He lifted a hank of her wet hair. “And why do you have a pleasure center outside of your sheath?” He reached down and cupped her crotch, his middle finger tickling her clit as he grinned.

“Hey, smart ass!” She made a face at him as she danced back.

“Better than holey ass,” he teased.

“Must I remind you, you liked this holey ass?” She crossed her arms, looking smug.

“Yeah, I do.” He wagged his brows.

“Seriously, though. I get evolution, but where does everything you eat go?” Befuddled, she looked him up and down.

“Our shell takes a lot of energy. Osi is harsh and arid, so to survive our bodies evolved to use everything, particularly when resources were hard to come by,” he explained what he’d been taught when he went to academy.

“That makes sense. So, I guess you don’t pee either?” She eyed his spurs.

“No, I don’t. These are for one thing.” He thrust his hips toward her.

She continued staring at his spurs, though not in admiration, more clinically.

“If you have two spurs, then do Osivoire women have two vaginas?”