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But when he pulled out of the kiss and stared into my eyes, I knew he’d heard me.

I knew he’d felt it.

I knew he was it.

Still holding his gaze, I tilted my head up to connect our lips again. As soon as they met, my eyes closed inadvertently, and I let out a soft whimper.

My pussy throbbed as his erection pushed against my soft belly. I wanted him in such a carnal way. Everything I felt for him and every emotion he conjured from me created an intense desire that twisted my gut so forcefully that I moaned into his mouth.

Lost in the moment, I was completely consumed by him. Reaching for his zipper, I gripped the solid girth of his dick. Running my hand over the length of it as it remained trapped under cotton.

But the firm knock against the door startled us apart.

“Nina!” Gabby called from the other side of the door.

“You need help in there?” Jonah asked.

Another round of knocks rained down on the door.

“Ninaaaaa!” Gabby called in a singsong tone.

Wide-eyed and frantic, Russ backed away from me and grabbed his dick. There was no mistaking that dick print in those pants. I pressed my nipples, hoping to flatten them out some.

“I’m finishing up a call. I’ll be right down,” I answered finally.

My heart was racing. My stomach churned with nerves, but I couldn’t deny the thrill of it excited me.

“Are you sure? Open the door so we can have proof of life,” Jonah joked.

“Are you talking to your boyfriend?” Gabby asked.

Russ and I looked at each other. The look on his face was sweet but I’m sure I looked horrified. The whole situation was so comical that I almost laughed out loud.

“I am. Give me five minutes and I’ll meet you downstairs,” I repeated.

Russ pulled out his phone from his pocket. His thumb moved quickly over the screen.

“Oh shit. Lori said Boss Man wants to meet us downstairs in the lobby,” Jonah announced. “This is your last chance for baggage help.”

“See you down there,” I called out.

“You’ve been raving about your boyfriend all weekend. Don’t let boo-lovin’ on the phone get you fired,” Gabby yelped.

My cheeks flushed instantly. “Five minutes!” I yelled.

He cocked his head to the side. “You be talking about me?” he asked in a quiet, teasing tone. “Because according to them”—he jutted his thumb toward the closed door before reaching for me—“you talka lotabout this boyfriend of yours.”

Giggling, I playfully slapped at his arm. “You play too much. We almost got caught!”

“Yeah.” He shook his head, taking a step back. “That’s why Wednesday can’t come fast enough.”

Glancing at his dick print, I licked my lips. “Speaking of can’t come fast enough… I don’t want to get caught, but something about the thrill of it made me want you more…” I admitted, ignoring the throbbing between my thighs. “So you should back up some more.”

He snickered. “Yeah, because I gotta calm down before I go down there.”

“It’s a good thing they can’t see that my panties are soaking wet,” I said with a wink.

Crossing the room, I grabbed my phone and tripod and packed them in my weekender bag. I spun around, looking to see if I left anything. When satisfied that I had all my stuff, I looked up at him.

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