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“I shouldn’t admit this, but I’ve gotten used to sleeping with you next to me, Michael.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist while his other hand went into the hair at the back of her head. With a gentle grip, he tilted her head back.

“Don’t know if I should admit this, but I sleep like shit without you, Combes.”

Her lips were curling into a smile, but he kissed it away. She opened her mouth and his tongue delved inside. They stood adjacent to the bed and his legs shuffled to move them, but he recalled his urge to shower.

He broke the kiss. “You shower after work?”

She chuckled. “I’m in a hotel room, baby. I’ll shower twice, maybe even three times a day, if I have time.”

With a devious smile, he said, “Then get naked. I might rip your uniform with the state I’m in right now.”

Stephanie

HAR AND I HAD HAD SHOWER sex once before and it had been utterly fantastic. But this was the winning trifecta of shower-sex plus make-up sex plus I’ve-declared-my-love-for-you sex, and we were lucky we hadn’t broken any limbs with Har’s exuberant fucking.

I had come down from my third orgasm when he roared with his climax. Feeling him pulsing inside me made me horny all over again, so I cupped his face and planted my lips on his. Our kiss was open-mouthed and almost vicious. Shower spray came in between our faces and he tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let him. We kissed for another moment before he moved his lips toward my ear where he nipped my earlobe.

“What’s got you so damn excited, baby?” he murmured.

“You. Feeling you, tasting you, everything about you. And maybe the fact you said you love me.”

He chuckled. “Good. Hate to say it, but I can’t go any longer. Besides, this water’s good and hot, but I don’t trust it to keep up with us.”

I laughed. “You’re so pragmatic.”

He squeezed my ass. “I aim to please.”

I smiled. “Just to let you know, your aim is true, baby.”

That got me a distinct eye flare before he kissed me hard. Almost as though he predicted it, the water temperature dropped dramatically and we hustled out of the shower.

With a towel wrapped around my body, I moved to the door, but Har stopped tousling his hair to wrap an arm around my waist. “Don’t you dare get dressed. Not even dinner time yet. Turn down the bed, I wanna snuggle.”

I looked over my shoulder at him with a wide grin. “You’re a biker. You’re not allowed to snuggle!”

He laughed. Then he leaned down to suck on my neck for a moment, luckily not long enough to leave a mark. At my ear he said, “I am a biker. Which means I do whatever the fuck I want, because I live and let live, Stephanie.”

I shook my head. “I was joking!”

He swatted my ass. “Go warm up the bed, woman.”

My eyes narrowed on him. “Why do I have to warm it up? Just out of curiosity.”

A slow grin developed on his face. “Because you said you get hot at night and wouldn’t need a heavy blanket. I’ve found that’s the truth, so you’re more than able to warm up the bed, baby.”

Fifteen minutes later, we were tangled with one another so thoroughly we should have formed a knot. I liked it, though.

No.

I loved it.

I hadn’t been so tightly pressed to another person since Suzy and I were little girls and we’d learned Mom and Dad were getting divorced. I had been four, and Suzy six. It was one of my worst memories overall, but the fact we were able to comfort one another like we had put a different perspective on it. Funny that being with Har brought that to mind.

I traced the Riot tattoo on his chest. “You never did finish telling me about Diana and her brother. And for the love of heaven, you damn sure left out her pissing all over my room!”

His chest moved rhythmically and I leaned up.

“You can’t find that funny, Michael!”

He turned his head enough to look me in my eyes. “I don’t. I promise you that. But I find it humorous that I overlooked telling you about it. Thinking I might’ve pushed it from my mind. I mean, did you see the manure she left in my room?”

I shook my head. “No. But still. What’s happening with her now?”

He rubbed my back and I fought arching into it. Sometimes I swore I was a cat in a past life. His eyes glimmered at me as if he knew I wanted to move with his strokes. “She’s... restrained. So is her brother. Seems she talked a prospect into letting her into my place, saying she had a surprise for me or some bullshit.”

I scoffed. “And he bought that?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. I was surprised too, but it turns out she isn’t the only person who’s duped this guy, if that’s what happened.”

His cell rang from the pocket of his jeans on the floor, and he disentangled from me to get out of bed and answer it.

A moment later, he stared at me with fire in his eyes and growled into the phone, “Come again?”

I sat up holding the sheet to my chest as an uneasy feeling overwhelmed me.

“Fuck, no. I want to beat the shit out of his ass. Do—”

Irritation washed over his face.

“Roman! I don’t fuckin’ care about how his body is found. Do you understand what he fuckin’ did to my woman? I’m taking that fucker apart limb by limb! Keep him until I get there.”

I skirted around Har, and grabbed my underwear and bra. At my overnight bag, I grabbed a t-shirt and shorts.

When I realized the room was too silent, I looked at him. His eyes were on me and he didn’t look happy.

I put on my bra. “They have Wycliffe, I take it?”

His lips pressed together as his eyebrow arched. Yet, he stayed silent.

I crossed my arms. “What’s going

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