Chapter 27

He made it to the bathroom in time to close and lock the door and rip his pants and shorts down to his knees before his hand brought its own special kind of pulsating pleasure. Bond would know he’d had a wet dream, but Rory flushed his deposit down the drain, washed hands and groin, and opened the window to clear out the telltale scent of his cum. He felt lucky this top floor window was barred and not linked to the security system or it would have triggered the alarm when he’d opened it.

Once his clothing was in place again, he checked the sleeping Bond. His arms were folded over his chest, knees still drawn up as if cold. The room smelled pleasantly of sex and cum as Rory tiptoed in, retrieved the bedding, and covered him.

His resolve to find Navy’s stalker, the one who wanted him gone or dead, cemented. He would protect this man or give his life doing it.

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Liam was already scrubbing outside surgical suite number three when he arrived the next morning to operate.