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Gus didn’t say anything, just helped her to the room, then went and grabbed her bag and dropped it near the bed. He had turned down the covers already to make it easy to climb into, and it was so inviting she wanted to collapse into it immediately and sleep for days.

“I’ll be out here if you need anything.”

He turned to leave and Brittany called out to stop him.

“Gus?”

He paused at the door, turning back to her, looking so handsome it took her breath away..

“Thank you. For everything. Really.”

He nodded, then ducked out the door, quietly shutting it behind him. Brittany sat on the bed, staring at her bag on the floor, completely thrown by everything that had just happened.

“Fuck.”

With a deep breath, she managed to change into her pajamas and do her nightly skincare routine, gratefully sinking into the bed with the soft sheets and the perfect pillows. And while she was laying there, drifting into Gus’s smell, the feel of his sheets on her skin, the memory of him so close to her, his arms around her, hell, the elevator with his hardness pressed into her, she realized that, as tired as she was, she wasn’t going to be able to sleep unless she did something about this.

Brittany rolled to her back. Her mind wandered to Gus. His eyes, his smile, his hard jaw. The way the dark curl fell onto his forehead, making him look like a real Clark Kent. She thought of how tall he was, and how strong, how he carried her through the convention center on his back and didn’t even seem to be out of breath.

And as she let her hand wander down her stomach, lightly stroking herself through her silky shorts and the light cotton underwear she was sporting, she let her imagination focus on how different tonight could’ve ended. How easy it would’ve beenin the elevator for him to unzip himself. Her hand could’ve moved behind her, finding him hard and long and ready. His palm could’ve moved slowly under her skirt, feeling how wet she already was for him, and she could’ve guided him inside her. He would’ve entered her in one stroke, enough to make her gasp but not enough to draw attention to them, thrusting in micro movements that wouldn’t be enough to finish her, but would be just what she needed to edge.

Brittany bit her lip, trying not to moan as she thought of Gus’s heat surrounding her, his voice in her ear teasing her, asking if she wanted to come, telling her she had to wait wait wait, imagining his hand was the one moving on her clit in tight, fast circles, his fingers the ones plunging into her in that steady rhythm designed to drive her insane, and suddenly Brittany was coming, shuddering with her climax, letting her fingers feel her own body clench against them as even then she imagined they were Gus’s.

She opened her eyes, blinking at the ceiling above her, her fingers slipping out of her body, and she tried not to think about how she just orgasmed from imagining her ex’s brother.

CHAPTER 11

GUS

Gus was up at the gym for his usual morning routine and back before Brittany had even stirred from his room. He set about to get the coffee going and breakfast started. It was going to be yet another long day, assuming Brittany’s ankle was up for her schedule. And considering how stubborn she was, even if her ankle was bad, she would still find some way to insist on keeping her commitments.

As he was cracking eggs, the door to his room opened, and Brittany limped out, looking adorably disheveled and sleepy-eyed as she stared at him.

“Morning, killer,” he said. “Any requests for your omelet?”

She didn’t answer, and he was reminded that she was definitely not a morning person. He grabbed a cup and prepared her coffee, setting it in front of her just as she reached the kitchen. He slid a stool toward her, putting his arm out to help her perch on it. Satisfied that she was set, he turned back to breakfast.

“Last chance before I make the decisions for you.”

“Are you always like this in the morning?” Her voice was husky with sleep. Gus glanced at her, her coffee mug clutched in both hands near her face, her eyes still drooping.

“You mean a normal functioning human being as opposed to some sleep-deprived zombie?”

Her eyes narrowed at that, and she took a sip of her coffee. She sighed into it, her whole body seeming to unclench, and Gus paused just to admire her expression.

“I want to sass you back, but I’m so happy to have coffee I can’t find it in myself to complain.”

He smirked. “I’ll remember that for next time. How’s the ankle?”

She took another drink. “Not great, but not as bad as it was. I should be able to walk today, at least slowly, which is good. I’ve got more panels, and a livestream today that I have to be ready for.”

“No heels. Your ankle needs a break.”

She frowned at him. “Caffeine only lets you be a little bossy, Lozano.”

He placed her omelet in front of her, steam still rising from it, the smell of the peppers and eggs mixing with the toast to warm anyone’s heart. When Brittany reached for the plate, Gus pulled it back toward him, waiting.

She sagged. “Fine, no heels.”

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