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He pulled me closer so we were flush, and tilted me back slightly to deepen the kiss even more. The prickle of awareness that Genevieve was watching us made me kiss Luke harder. He groaned when I bit his lip, licking away the sting, kissing him one more time.

“Just so you remember you have something to come home to,” I smirked, getting on the bed wanting him to leave with some spank bank material.

Genevieve eyes were dark with desire as I pulled her in for a kiss. We fought for dominance, each of us trying to take control and I loved it. She grabbed me by the neck, tight enough that said there was no way she was going to let me have control. I moaned, letting her win this time.

“You can’t do this to me right before I’m going to get in a car and leave y’all,” he said, his voice a lot closer.

Before I had a chance to look over at Luke, my head was pulled back by my hair roughly. Genevieve pulled Luke in for a kiss. It was frantic, needy and the way Genevieve took control made me want to tell Luke to cancel his flight and take a red eye, so we could have some fun. I kissed his neck, nipping and sucking on his skin wanting to mark it, but I knew it wasn’t a good idea before the photo shoot.

“Remember that when you're alone in your hotel room tonight,” Genevieve growled. “Now go finish packing, your car should be here soon.”

Luke whined, kissed her and then me, and finally went back to packing. Genevieve moved me so that I was sitting in between her legs with my back to her chest. It felt oddly intimate, but I loved it. We watched him finish packing as he stole glances of us.

He zipped up his bag, standing at the edge of the bed with heat in his eyes. I chuckled because I think all of us were thinking he should cancel his flight.

“If this deal didn’t give me so much money, I would cancel and stay in bed with you all night,” he sighed.

His phone buzzed on the bed, it was probably the car service.

“I know, but go make that money, Cariño,” I said getting off the bed as he grabbed his carry-on.

“I’m assuming it's a lot of money?” Genevieve asked as she got out of the bed too.

“More than I’m probably worth since I don’t play anymore,” he said as we walked down the hall to the door.

“My friend Hunter said you were a great wide receiver,” Genevieve said. “Kind of fangirled.”

Luke laughed. “I wasn’t that great.”

“He’s a hockey player, so if he knew who you were, it’s a big deal,” she chuckled. “Said he wouldn’t mind being a forth.”

I laughed. “Luke has that effect on people.”

Luke blushed; it was still hard for him to deal with the whole being famous thing. He was always happy just playing football.

We stayed quiet as he put his luggage down.

“Take care of her,” Luke said, pulling Genevieve in for a hug and kiss.

“I’ll keep her satiated or maybe I’ll tie her up and edge her all night,” she said with a devious glint in her eye.

“Take a picture either way,” he said, pulling me in for a hug and kissing me.

He still held on to Genevieve and I love it.

“Good luck,” I said against his lips. “Have fun too.”

He rolled his eyes. “Not without y’all.”

He kissed me before doing the same to Genevieve. With one last look he grabbed his suitcase and backpack and left. Once the door shut, Genevieve grinned at me before she walked away from me towards the bar. Excitement churned in my stomach and I was desperate to know how this night was going to end.

It wasnine o’clock and the night hadn’t gone as I had expected. I was hoping we would eat and get to bed, but instead she wanted to watch a movie and then we had dessert and after the first movie ended, she started another one. We were in the middle of How to Lose a Guy in 10 days. I was leaning against her chest with her arms around me. I was ready to turn off the movie, crawl into her lap, and tease her until we made our way to the bedroom.

Genevieve yawned and looked over at me. She looked tired and for a hot second I was disappointed. It was fine, even though most of our relationship had been sex, I needed to embrace these moments.

“You can stay here if you’d like,” I said, wondering if she would stay.

“I think I’m going to go home,” she said.

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