Page 18 of Risk It All

“Right?Apparently I’m in the wrong line of work.”

I snort at that.“I can’t picture you in a suit, going to a nine-to-five day job.”

“Yeah, I’d be miserable.Besides, my talents and perfect comedic timing would be lost on everyone.”

I roll my eyes and open up my suitcase.

“Did you need the bathroom?I was hoping to take a quick shower before bed.”

“No, I can wait.Go ahead,” Anthony says, opening his own suitcase and sorting through it.

I grab my pajama shorts and tank top before I head into the bathroom.The shower has about four heads and more buttons than a spaceship.It takes me a minute to figure out how to turn it on but I figure it out, getting the water temperature just right before I strip and step under the water.

I think I moan as the water hits me.It eases my sore muscles and washes off the yuck of the day.I’m so happy that I don’t have to get back in my car for a few days at least.I stand under the water so long that Anthony knocks on the door and asks me if I’m alright.

“Yeah!I’ll be out in just a minute!”I call.

It takes me another minute to figure out how to turn the water off.I dry off and then change into my pajamas, carrying my dirty clothes back into the bedroom with me.

Anthony slips by me, and I hear the water turn on a minute later.I grab my outfit for tomorrow, smoothing out the wrinkles as I hang it up in the closet.I’m just finishing when Anthony comes back out of the bathroom, his hair wet and sticking up slightly.

He’s just wearing a pair of sleep pants and my mouth waters at the sight.A stray drop of water slides down his chest and I can’t help but watch as it runs down over his stomach.

“Ready for bed?”he asks and I nod, tearing my eyes away from his bare chest to climb beneath the sheets.

Anthony turns off the lights but the blinds are open and the lights of the city cast a glow around the room.

“It’s going to be weird not to share a bed with you in a day or two,” Anthony jokes and I swat him.

“I’m going to miss you too,” I whisper, and the mood changes between us.

The fun playfulness shifts and turns serious.

“We can still keep in touch.Maybe we’ll both be living in New York soon.”

“Maybe,” I say and I feel the bed dip as Anthony scoots closer to me.

“I’m not going to disappear on you, Emerson,” he whispers as his hand runs up and down my arm.

I know that he’s trying to comfort me but the closer his hand gets to my breasts, the more turned on I get.

Anthony shifts even closer, our legs brushing against each other and tangling together, his warm, minty breath fanning over my face.

The energy in the room shifts again and I can feel the tension, the sexual attraction, filling the air between us until we’re both breathing it in, getting lost in the haze.

“Anthony,” I whisper as his lips brush against mine.

“Emerson,” he whispers back and the way that he says it, like it’s both a plea and a curse, has me throwing caution to the wind and wrapping my arms around his neck as our lips crash together.

CHAPTER8

Anthony

The kiss startsoff soft and sweet, both of us testing the waters and probably waiting to see if the other person is going to change their mind.One taste of her though, and I can’t pull away from her.The longer we kiss, the deeper we both sink into each other.Soon it’s like we can’t get close enough to each other.

I grab Emerson’s hip, dragging her across the mattress toward me.Her little fingers are tugging at my pajama pants and I can feel my cock tenting the front of them, trying its best to get closer to her.I let go of her waist, helping her push my pants down before I kick them the rest of the way off.

My hands reach for her pajamas right away and together we work on pulling them off of her and tossing them to the floor with mine.

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