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his side with one arm under his pillow, and the other draped across his body, showcasing his firm bicep. My eyes travel down slowly, taking in each line, each defined piece of muscle until I get to the blanket that rests low at his hips. I dig my fingers into the sheets to keep from reaching out and touching him.
    “Like what you see?” he asks, his voice gruff from sleep, startling me. It may be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
    “Since we’re married, I figured I’d check out the goods.” To be honest, I’m mortified I just got caught ogling him, but I’m hoping I played it off well enough.
    Without opening his eyes, he rolls over onto his back and puts his hands behind his head. The lean muscles of his abs stretch, proving that not an ounce of fat lives on his body. “Let me give you a better view,” he says smugly.
    I swat his chest and roll my eyes. “I should’ve told the experts I like modesty in a man.”
    Before I can even register what’s happening, he’s on top of me with my hands pinned beside my head. His entire frame is pressed firmly against mine and every cell within me is hyperaware of his presence. “Modesty, huh?” he whispers low in my ear. My body heats from head to toe as his hot breath hits my skin. He leans back slightly and looks into my eyes. My chest rises and falls at an increased speed waiting for him to do or say something. Anything. “I call bullshit. In fact, I think you like that I’m cocky .”
    I feel the tips of my ears turning bright red because he’s right. I do like his cockiness. With the way his morning erection is pressing into me, I mean that figuratively and literally. He touches my cheek with the back of his hand, releasing one of my wrists, but I don’t dare move it. The sexual tension bouncing off of us is enough to paralyze me in my spot. “No need to be embarrassed. I’m not.”
    My tongue darts out to wet my lips. I’ve lost all ability to talk, to think. His eyes darken as they travel down to my mouth before coming back up to meet mine. Nothing is happening, but it’s probably one of the most intense moments of my life. The air is thick and almost suffocating. A constant buzz runs through my body.
    “You are so beautiful,” he whispers. His words come out with such reverence, such honesty, that with the simple statement, I feel more beautiful in this moment than I have in my entire life.
    Before I can respond, the moment is broken by a loud knock on the door. “I’ll get it,” he says with a sigh. I swallow hard and nod, still unable to find my voice. All I know is I have an ache between my legs that needs satisfying, and an intruder on the other side of the door who prevented it from happening. I’m definitely not a happy camper right now.
    Climbing off the bed, he walks toward the door. I can’t help staring at his broad back and tight ass. I could be clawing that back and grabbing at that ass right now. Geez, get a grip, Jillian. After chastising myself, I sit up and get it together.
    “Our guests have arrived,” he says sarcastically. Glancing back at him, I see he’s referring to the camera crew. For a few minutes, it was easy to forget we are on a reality TV show that will be filming us constantly.
    “We’ll start filming now, and the producer will be in shortly to do one-on-one interviews.” He doesn’t wait for a response as he turns and says something to the rest of the team.
    “Do you drink coffee?” I ask Austin.
    “Is a pig’s ass made of pork?” The seriousness of his face makes me laugh.
    “I’ll take that as a yes,” I say through my laughter. “You’re lucky, or I would’ve requested an annulment ASAP.”
    “Why? Because I didn’t like coffee?”
    “Yeah, people who don’t like coffee can’t be trusted. It’s unnatural.” Getting up to make us a pot, his deep chuckle hits me, causing me to smile in return.
    As I’m hitting the start button, there’s another knock on the door. Austin and I