Page 19 of Love Under Protection

Quirking a brow, I question why I’d hate him.

“I may have come back here and had housekeeping freshen up your room. I requested all new towels and linens. And I sanitized every surface with those sanitizing cleaning wipes. I know they said it was just food poisoning, but better to get rid of those germs, right?”

“Who are you?” I tease as he lets me into my freshly cleaned room. It doesn’t even smell like a hotel room now.

“I promise I didn’t go through your luggage or try on your panties,” he jokes.

“But you did go through my luggage. When you packed me these fresh clothes.” I wave a hand up and down my body.

He shrugs innocently. “I did, but I simply grabbed the first comfortable thing on top. I wasn’t sure how long you’d be there, but I thought for sure you’d want some clean clothes after being in the hospital.”

Against my better judgment, I lean into him and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

Harley wraps an arm around my waist and gives me a comforting hug. “You’re welcome. Now, you should probably get some more rest.”

“Actually, I’d really like to get a shower before I crawl into bed.” Even with a fresh change of clothes, I feel gross.

“Raylynn, you can barely stand up on your own,” Harley warns.

“No worse than being a little tipsy at this point, I can handle it.” To prove my point, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it, then reach for my shorts. They’re halfway down my legs when I stumble. Harley quickly grabs me and stops me from tumbling on my head.

“Alright. My rules. You want a shower, I’m getting in with you.”

“Hmmm, I like that idea,” I purr.

“No funny business,” he says, guiding me into the bathroom.

Harley sits me on the closed toilet then turns on the shower and strips down to his boxers. He checks the water temperature and makes his way to me. Reaching behind my back, he unhooks my bra and slowly drags it down my arms. The air around us hardens my nipples and I don’t miss Harley’s hard swallow.

Kneeling in front of me, he taps my hips. “Hands on my shoulders, and we’ll get these off.”

His hands on my skin again make my body flush. He taps my ankle for me to step out and repeats the motion on the other side.

He stands and takes me by surprise when he picks me up. “In you go,” he says, carrying me into the warm shower.

“You’re still in your boxers,” I giggle out when he puts me down.

“No distractions. Let’s get you clean and tucked back in bed.”

If I wasn’t convinced before, I am now. This man is both a sinner and a saint.

Chapter 11

Harley

Helping Raylynn shower is the ultimate test of my patience.

For what I thought was a one-night stand, this has turned into so much more. More than a guy like me ever bargained for. There’s a huge difference in taking care of a friend and scrubbing down their naked body while ignoring the raging hard-on hidden only by the thin black fabric of my boxers.

There’s no denying Raylynn is quite the exception.

One that will disappear back to her own world at the end of the week.

“You sure you don’t want me to help you with that?” Raylynn tries, again, rubbing my cock through the fabric while I work at tucking her in bed in an oversized t-shirt.

I take her hand away and pull it to my lips, kissing her fingers. “You’re sick. You just got back from the hospital. Stop worrying about me.”

Surprisingly she relents and lies back on the pillows. It’s not like I’ve got a spare pair of clothes here, so looks like I’ll be going commando. No way I’m hanging around in these wet boxers now. I slip into the bathroom and make quick work of stripping out of them and putting my shorts back on.

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