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Shit. He’d never, ever wanted a woman in his space, in his life, in any permanent way. Hadn’t believed he deserved it.

Paul would never have that. Hamed and his wife would never have that.

But Hadley Lockwood was becoming a need he couldn’t deny. Like the air he needed to breathe.

And if he told her, she’d run as fast as she could.

He set her on the small stool tucked into a space by the vanity. Then he pushed her dress up. The rag of his shirt was soaked through with blood.

“I’ll get my first aid kit. Don’t move.”

“Yes, sir.”

His lips quirked. “I see your sass is back, so you must be feeling okay.”

Bennett hurried to his kitchen to grab his first aid kit. He came back, taking in those bare legs. So long and tempting.

Jesus, she’s hurt, you bastard.

He got to work cleaning her cut. It was ragged, but not as deep as he’d feared. He smoothed a hand up her thigh, and she shivered.

“Painkillers.” He fished some pills out of the box, then filled a glass with water, and handed them to her. She dutifully swallowed them.

“It doesn’t hurt much,” she said.

“I’m going to put a little glue on it, then bandage it.”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Be good, and you’ll get a reward.”

She arched a brow. “Really?”

“Really.” He finished putting a bandage on the wound.

She pushed the skirt of her dress down. “Now you.”

“What?”

“You were knocked unconscious, Bennett.”

“For three seconds. I’ve had concussions before, and this is nothing.”

“I don’t care. Sit.” She pointed at the edge of the tub.

He hesitated, but she shot him a look that said she wasn’t letting him wriggle out of this. With a sigh, he sat.

She leaned in, gently probing the side of his head. He had a perfect view of her cleavage and groaned.

Hadley looked down and saw the direction of his gaze. “Really?”

“Hadley, I get hard when I see you from a distance, let alone if you put your beautiful breasts right in my face.”

“I think you’re fine. If your cock can still get hard, even though we were almost blown up, your head can’t be that hurt.”

He grunted.

She cleaned the scrapes on his head, then stepped back.


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