Page 16 of Deuce

“No problem.I can wrap it for you.You have any plastic wrap in the kitchen?Maybe some duct tape?”

I suppressed a laugh, picturing an old TV show where the redneck host fixed just about everything with duct tape and a can of WD40.“Plastic wrap is in the pantry cupboard and there should be a roll of duct tape in the tool caddy by the back door.”

“Be right back.”He pivoted and disappeared down the hallway.

I sipped coffee and contemplated the drastic change in my life.Less than twenty-four hours ago I’d been deciding what to wear on yet another blind date, wondering if there were any good single men left out there.Now I was sitting on my bed in my jammies, while the sexy biker who’d spent the night on my sofa went looking for supplies so I could have a shower.

The reason he’d spent the night on the sofa came rushing back, ruining my cheerful mood.I’d been kidnapped and nearly sold like a piece of merchandise, or a pet dog.I might still be in danger.

One part of me wanted to call my dad and let him handle things his way.The other part acknowledged this wasn’t his fight, and if he got involved things could turn ugly.He wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever he felt necessary to protect me, and I didn’t have enough cash in the bank to post bail.

Deuce strode back into the room, plastic wrap and duct tape in hand.“Let’s see that arm.”

I obediently held out my arm.

Deuce studied it intently before wrapping it in plastic and securing the ends with the duct tape.Between that and my flannel jammies, I presented the least sexy picture possible.

“Thanks.”Yup.Crazy cat lady was definitely a possibility in my near future.

“You okay to shower alone?”

My gaze flew to his face.“You offering to join me?”

“You considering letting me?”

I licked my lips, and his gaze dropped to my mouth.The temperature in the room rose dramatically.

He reached out and took my hand, pulling me to my feet and into his embrace.

“We shouldn’t do this.”I melted against him.

“Why not?”He dipped his head, and his lips brushed across mine.

“Janet will be here in less than an hour.”I flicked my tongue out to taste him.

“Then we’re wasting time, aren’t we?”He muttered the question against my lips.

“I don’t have sex on a first date.”

“We’re not dating.Are we?”He nibbled on my ear.

“No.”I was losing this argument fast.“I need to have a shower.”

“I can scrub your back for you.Multitasking is good.”

I sighed, conceding defeat to my overactive libido.“Yes, it is.”

A grin lit his face from one side to the other and he scooped me up like I weighed nothing.Striding into the bathroom, he set me down beside the shower stall and reached in to turn on the water.

Pivoting to face me, he pulled a foil-wrapped package out of his pocket and tossed it onto the counter before he quickly shucked his shirt.Pinning me with his gaze, he unzipped his jeans.

His eyes never wavered from my face.“Are you sure you want to do this?”

I loved that he paused to ask.A gentleman biker.Who would have thought it?

I nodded silently.

He wasn’t wearing anything under those jeans, and when he let go of the waistband, his cock sprang free.

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