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I couldn’t stop myself from admiring all her gorgeous skin as she panicked and scrambled around the room.

“None of them have a key but keep running around naked. I don’t mind,” I said.

“What the fuck? How can you joke around right now?” she asked, still not hiding her nudity.

My cock started to harden.

“Because they can’t get in the condo until I open the door. They’re not going to burst in,” I said, resting my hands behind my head, my eyes traveling up and down her perfect body.

My cock tented the sheets.

“We do not have time for that,” she said, gesturing toward my dick.

“CH. Charlie. Seriously, guys,” Bash said.

“Fucking pains in the ass,” I muttered as I tossed back the sheet and rose from the bed. I leaned over to grab my gray sweats and caught her staring.

The tip of her tongue peeked from her mouth, and I reached for her, pulling her into my arms.

“If you don’t want them to know what’s going on, you have to stop looking at me like that,” I said, then swallowed her gasp with my lips, pouring all my need into kissing her, knowing that would have to tide us over for now.

She moaned softly before pushing at my chest.

“Not now, Josh,” she said, evading my questing hands that were currently trying to grab her ass.

She slipped out of the room before I could make another attempt to reach her, and I muttered my frustration as I slipped on my T-shirt.

Fucking assholes.

“Keep your pants on, I’m coming,” I said to the front door as someone knocked again.

Charlie was nowhere to be seen and her door was shut. Hopefully, she wasn’t having a panic attack in there. I couldn’t believe how badly she’d freaked. Not that I wanted the guys to find out that we’d slept together, but she had to know that they would hold it against me if they did, not her.

I ran my hands through my hair, took a steadying breath, and opened the door. Bash, Jax, and Tristan were all standing there, Jax already peering over my shoulder as if he was expecting carnage of some kind.

I bit back a smirk, thinking about what type of carnage was in my bedroom. Fuck, I wanted her again.

“Well, he’s breathing. But where’s Charlie?” Tristan asked, stepping into my condo.

“What?” I asked. “And how did you guys get up here?”

“Doorman let me in. He loves me. And we’ve texted both of you multiple times and it’s almost noon. Thought maybe she got tired of your bullshit and killed you. I probably wouldn’t fault her,” Jax said with a grin.

I acted as calm as could be. “Oh, fuck off. We’re fine. I think she’s in her room.”

“What’s going on out here?” Charlie asked as she stepped into the living room, her hair piled on her head in a messy bun. I wanted to sink my fingers into it and tug her against me.

Down, cock, down.

“Just wondering why you’re ignoring us,” Jax said.

“I was taking a nap,” she said. “Dealing with your shenanigans last night was exhausting.”

Jax slung his arm over Charlie’s shoulder, and I didn’t miss the flash of panic in her eyes. If anyone was going to call someone out for smelling like sex, it was Jax. We should’ve showered together. Gotten clean, only to get dirty again.

Fuck, I had to stop this line of thinking. I waited, but thankfully Jax didn’t say anything.

“Why doesn’t anyone understand what a treat I am?” Jax asked.

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