Page 72 of Romeo

Without any words of warning, he rolled to his side and onto his back, tucking one bent arm under his bald head and ripping off the full condom with his other hand.

She debated whether to head out or wait until he said something. Because he continued only lying next to her, gripping the used condom, and looking more relaxed than ever. If his eyes shut and he started snoring, she was getting the hell out of there.

She should leave, anyway. She hadn’t lied when she said she needed to work tomorrow and she certainly wasn’t spending the night. Even if she wanted to—she didn’t—she doubted he’d want that, either, because she couldn’t imagine he woke up next to any of his conquests.

She could safely bet that Romeo wasn’t into cuddling or sharing breakfast and coffee the next morning.

Again, it was time to go since she got what she came for and had no other reason to stay.

She inched her way to the edge of the bed. “I need to clean up. I guess the only bathroom for me to use isdownstairs.” She’d simply grab her clothes and not climb back up those treacherous steps.

But before she could get to her feet, he grabbed her arm and yanked her back to the spot next to him. “Got you.”

He got me?

Her eyes tracked all his naked glory when he climbed out of bed, still carrying his own DNA, and quickly disappeared down the steps.

Sitting up, she listened carefully to make sure his naked ass didn’t tumble down them. Because if he did, she’d do enough to make sure he was still breathing, cover his important bits with a towel and dial 911.

They could deal with his crumpled ass. She was a physical therapist, not an ER nurse.

A soft snort escaped her.

If the man only knew her thoughts…

But really, why was she waiting?

Before she could once again try to escape his bed, his head appeared at the steps followed by that heavily tattooed, drool-worthy body.

Damn it.

In one of his big paws, he no longer held the used condom but what looked like a wet rag.

This couldn’t be his normal routine, could it?

Her guess was many women had his footprint on their backs from him kicking them out of his bed.

Approaching the bed, he held out what she now could see was a washcloth and not some random rag.

She still wrinkled her nose as he held it out to her. While that was a really nice gesture… “Was it clean?”

“Nah, wiped my ass with it first. Of course it was fuckin’ clean. Whataya take me for?”

She pressed her lips tightly together to prevent answeringthat and snagged it from his fingers. “I assumed most bikers stood outside and hosed themselves off.”

His lips twisted and he shook his head. “That what the Fury does?”

“I really don’t ask them their hygiene routine.”

“What about your stepdaddy?”

She shrugged. “I don’t follow him into the bathroom, either.”

“Ever see him outside buck naked with a hose?”

While normally she’d find that question amusing, she couldn’t when it came to Shade. With his tragic situation growing up—and she’d been spared most of the grizzly details—she wouldn’t doubt he’d had a hose turned on him. Unfortunately, the reason for it would be no laughing matter.

“I should go,” she murmured as she quickly swiped the damp cloth between her legs and over her inner thighs.

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