Page 42 of Runaway Hearts: Seduced by Danger

I put his dirty clothes in the washing machine along with detergent. But when he reaches down to remove his boxers and our eyes meet in the mirror’s reflection, I’m caught in a spin cycle—my heart trapped and helpless against its relentless spinning and churning.

I exit and slam the bathroom door shut before I can see anything.

Has he no decency?

I go upstairs, startled by my fake boyfriend’s rude behavior, yet also aroused.

“Do you have extra sweats? Kai forgot to pack his,” I ask Corey.

His suspicious smile and deep chocolate eyes draw me in. “Of course. I prepared a few things when he told us he wanted to surprise you and didn’t pack most of his stuff. Let me get it for you.”

Surprise!

“How long has he been waiting here?” I ask as I approach my uncle. The subtle streaks of gray at his temples serve as a stark reminder of how long it’s been since we last saw each other.

“About a half hour,” he says with a mysterious smile.

“What’s so funny?” I ask.

“It’s the first guy you bring home, and you didn’t even bring him.” He lets out a carefree chuckle. “He said he had some business in the area and asked if I was Corey Ramirez, uncle to the sweetest nurse ever,” he says with pride. “I’m glad you talked to him about us, about yourself.”

I’m taken aback by my uncle’s assumption I had confided in my boyfriend. “You’re not mad at me for bringing him?”

Despite the misunderstanding, a cozy sense of fatherly love and pride washes over me at Corey’s beaming gaze.

“Of course not.”

“He’s in the shower,” I blurt for no reason.

My uncle gives me a one-sided smile and nods. He’s okay with it.

Strolling back to my bedroom, I float on a strange sensation. I drop off the clothes for Kai on my bed and turn to leave when he appears.

Shit.

His freshly washed scent makes my eyelids droop. Or is it the precariously low-hanging towel around his hips? A droplet of water runs down the path between his abs and catches on the edge of the towel.

Stop staring, Marianne!

“Do you have the bondage?” Kai asks.

“What?” I take a step back.

“The bandages,” he repeats.

A nervous giggle gets out without my consent. “Yes.” I chuckle. “Raise your arm.”

I swear I want to be pissed, but... I also want to lick the groove going from his abs to his pelvis.

God, he smells amazing.

The edges of Kai’s wound are healing in a way that will leave a noticeable scar. As I kneel beside him to adjust the tapes, he looks down at me with his arm raised. His dick is right there, under the plush towel.

“Thanks.”

I sigh. “You’re welcome.”

He shakes his head and removes the towel around his hip as I exit the bedroom. I rest my back on the closed door, my eyes going to the ceiling.

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