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“Just give me a second to clean up.”
Damn, why’d I have to open my big mouth? “Sure. Middle of the hallway on the left.”
Awkwardness crawls over my skin but it doesn’t stop me from staring at his perfect buns as he slips out of my bedroom.
“Fuck,” I mutter, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
Poor Little Roger’s still buzzing somewhere under the bed. I reach down and grab it. I pull a T-shirt out of one of my dresser drawers and slip it on, then head downstairs to use the other bathroom. He may have watched me get off and then fucked me silly, but I refuse to pee in front of him.
After the bathroom, I stop in the kitchen for a glass of water. As I’m headed back upstairs, the pipes clank and rattle. Is he showering? What’s next, leaving?
The man watched my makeout session with Little Roger, so I feel justified barging into the bathroom. “Are you planning to leave?”
“What?” he calls out over the sound of the pounding water and overhead fan.
For some reason, I’m still carrying my little vibrator in my hand. I toss it in the sink and set my glass of water on the counter.
Dex pulls back the shower curtain and pokes his head out.
Dear God, absolutely no one should look that good with wet hair plastered to their face.
He flashes a grin and holds out his hand. “Join me?”
“Oh.” I stare at him like an idiot.
He raises his eyebrows and wiggles his fingers. “Hurry.”
I quickly strip off my shirt. “The hot water doesn’t last long.”
“I figured. Come on.”
I take his hand and step into the tub. The lighting is terrible, and we don’t have a ton of room to move around, so I end up sliding my body against his. Not that I’m complaining. God, he’s a solid man.
“Are we okay?” I ask.
He’s blocking the spray so the narrow stream of water has barely wet my skin.
He stares at me for a moment. “We’re fine. Why?”
My gaze latches onto tiny water droplets clinging to his lashes. I already like him so much more than I should. “What I said.” I tilt my head to the side. “I was joking.”Sort of.
“There’s always an element of truth to every joke, though, right?” he says.
Before I can open my mouth and respond, he continues.
“You’re not wrong. MCs have that reputation for a reason. That’s the attraction for some guys to join.” He shrugs. “I’veseenplenty of shit. I didn’taskfor it, though.”
I’m not quite sure how to interpret his explanation. It’s not like he’s being held down and women are flashing their vaginas at him against his will, right?
Don’t saythat.
“You said that’s why some guys join. Why’dyoujoin?” There, that seems like a safer question.
He frowns and picks up a bottle of bodywash. “Sleep blend?”
“Yes.” I grab the bottle from his hands. “It smells good. I use this and the matching lotion. It’s part of my night-night routine.”
The corners of his mouth quirk. “Yournight-nightroutine?” he repeats.
