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Finally, I kicked off the covers, feeling too overheated for them, and let my hand travel down my body, slipping under the waistband of my pajama shorts and panties.

The brush of my fingers nearly brought me to climax immediately, I was so fired up.

It wasn’t long until my back was arching, and my breathing was coming in fast and shallow huffs, little whimpers escaping me as my eyes drifted closed, and I imagined Elian’s hand where my hand was. Then his mouth.

And, well, another part of him as my fingers slid inside of me.

The second I let out a little gasp of pleasure, though, I heard something else entirely.

“Fuck,” Elian’s husky voice rushed out of him, making my gaze fly open, head whipping over to find Elian standing in the crack of the door I was positive I’d shut. “Kevin…” he started to explain as the cat lazily walked in, tail swishing, completely oblivious to the tension.

Elian didn’t finish his sentence, just pulled the door shut on the scene he’d just walked in on.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered, hand sliding out of my panties as I sat up in bed, face flaming, as embarrassment flooded my system.

No one had ever walked in on me in a compromised position like that before. I had no idea how awkward it was for Elian. But I was pretty sure at that moment, I would welcome an assassin’s bullet cutting through the bedroom window and putting me out of my misery.

How the hell was I going to face him again?

Well, the simple answer was I wasn’t.

Mature of me, I know.

But that was a humiliating position to be caught in.

I was just going to get up before he did and rush out of the condo. Then, hopefully, I could record the senator, and be done with this whole ordeal.

We were going to go ahead and pretend that I didn’t feel a surge of disappointment about being out of Elian’s apartment, out of Elian’s life.

Because that was just craziness.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Elizabeth

My hair was still wet as I ran out of the condo in the morning, trying to twist it up into a neat bun using the elevator car as a makeshift mirror as I rode down to the lower level, grumbly because of poor sleep and a lack of coffee.

And not at all because of the sexual frustration that was starting to feel like my whole pelvis was in a steadily tightening vice grip.

Nope.

It had nothing at all to do with that.

I checked the ride-share’s license before climbing inside.

“Early morning,” he said, looking like he hadn’t slept yet.

“Always,” I said, looking around the car for any other cars following us, but the streets in Elian’s neighborhood were surprisingly empty.

I fretted the idea of going into work early, before everyone else showed up, making myself an easy target, so I had the driver drop me off at a random coffeehouse a few blocks away instead, deciding I would work on my tablet and get my caffeine fix until it was a more reasonable hour.

But all I actually managed to do was stare out of the window and fantasize about Elian. Which, as you can imagine, wasn’t exactly helping the ache in my core.

By the time I made it into the office, I was already frazzled and short-tempered.

I think I actually almost growled when the senator’s footsteps stopped in front of my open doorway.

“Can I help you?” I asked, hearing a bite in my words, but I was too tired to give a damn about it. This job would be over soon anyway. What did I care if I was snippy with the boss?

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