Page 97 of Romeo

She shifted. “What’s poking me?”

“My dick?”

“Feels like you have two guns locked and loaded. One in your jeans and one in your cut. Do you always carry?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

Because he wasn’t stupid. “Evil lurks everywhere. Bein’ part of the Fury, you should know that.”

“The evil’s lair in Manning Grove was blasted to oblivion.”

That it was. “More than one fuckin’ evil, Maddie. Hell, you work for someone in that category.”

“I thought we were off that subject.”

He squeezed her hip. “We are. Now you’re on my fuckin’ lapand we can talk about the future. Like what’s about to happen in the next few minutes.”

“I need to clean up.” When she shifted again, he had to bite back a groan. Did she grind against his hard-on on purpose?

“Not for me, you don’t.”

“I meant the kitchen.”

“Kitchen can wait. The dick you’re sittin’ on can’t.”

“Aren’t you attached to it?”

“Yeah, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Has someone ever threatened to cut it off?”

He snorted. He had a long damn list of crazy fucking women who had rolled in and out of his bed. He was damn sure plenty of them wouldn’t hesitate to slice off his dick if given half a chance.

After he moved into Magnum’s old place, he became more cautious about the women he actually allowed in the same bed he slept in. Maddie was one of less than a handful—beside sweet butts—permitted to know where he lived.

If he wasn’t sure about some random, he tended to go to her place or a motel. Or use a back seat. Or the bathroom at Dick’s. Really, all he had to do was open his jeans enough to pull out his dick to get the job done. It was safer not to let them know where he laid his head at night. It also made it easier for him to scrape them off after the hookup.

However, he was in no rush to scrape off the warm, soft woman currently in his lap. If anything, she’d be the one kicking his ass out the door after he made her come.

Shoving his chair back even further, he got a good grip on her ass and surged to his feet. He grinned when she hooked her arms more securely around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist instead of insisting he put her down.

He carried her down the hallway and quickly discovered her place was even smaller than he thought.

“One bedroom?”

“That’s all I need. Why pay for space I’m not going to use? Less to clean, too. And, anyway, your place doesn’t even have one bedroom.”

“Got a loft.”

“Not the same.”

“Less to clean,” he echoed, heading into her bedroom.

She did a snort-laugh. “Right. Like you clean.”

He shrugged. “Less for the sweet butts to clean. Means they can get the job done quickly.” And then get the fuck out of his domain.

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