Page 26 of Taken By the Bounty Hunter

“Joaquin.”

“Have fun.” He closes the door that separates the office from the rest of the house, and I hear the lock click into place, followed by the deadbolt.

“It’s not like I don’t have keys if I wanted to get in there,” I shout after him. But why would I bother with going into the office when Georgie’s here?

I glance at Georgie, who’s smiling shyly and watching me expectantly.

Denying the desperate ache in my pants that hasn’t gotten any less desperate since Joaquin’s arrival, I motion down the hallway. “This way to the shower.”

Chapter Seven

Georgie

The hot water streaming down my body feels so good that I have to bite back a moan, or else people in the house will wonder what’s wrong with me.

I hear a voice on the other side of the bathroom door that startles me at first, until I remember that Jefferson said he was going to find me some clean clothes to wear.

“What?” I call out.

His muffled response is inaudible.

“Jefferson, I can’t hear you!”

He opens the door at the same time as I lean out of the shower.

“I brought you some…oh god, sorry!”

He looks away and sets down a stack of clean clothes on top of the toilet seat.

“You can look,” I say.

It is perhaps the most brazen thing I’ve ever said aloud.

Jefferson turns hesitantly toward me.

I push the shower curtain open further.

He rakes his eyes over my body, making me shiver.

“I need you to show me which shampoo I can use. Can you help me?”

I know. I’m so transparent.

But I trust this man completely.

He tugs off his leather jacket, followed by his tee shirt. The muscles of his shoulders bunch as he moves, tossing his things to the floor. I take my first look at him shirtless, and there’s just so much to look at. He’s so much man in this tiny, steamy bathroom, overwhelming the space with its chipped tile and peeling paint.

“You’d better hurry before we lose hot water,” I tease.

Jefferson instantly loses his jeans and boxers and kicks them to the side. His rigid length stands at attention, thick and red, and I can’t take my eyes off it.

All of him takes my breath away.

He climbs into the tub and backs me against the tile wall, shoving the curtain closed behind him.

He reaches behind me and picks up a green bottle. “This okay?”

I look away from his deliciously broad chest and read the bottle of combination shampoo and conditioner.I nod shyly.

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