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He frowned at me. “I mean, you can have it. You’re the boss.”
I shook myself mentally. I’d been staring at him again. “I believe the bedrooms are identical, just mirrored.”
“Okay.”
Jamie tilted his head to the side, scrutinizing me. “Are you alright, Mr. Hartley?”
“Yes. Sorry. I guess I didn’t sleep well.”
“You can take a nap. We’re stuck in here for four days anyway.”
“I might do that later. We have work to do. I’ll meet you here in twenty minutes.”
He gave me a brisk nod and a military salute. “Yes, sir.”
I’d be holed up in here with him for four days.
Lord, have mercy.
3
JAMIE
Mr. Hartley hadn’t shaved this morning, likely because he’d been running late. The stubble suited him fiercely; I had trouble focusing on work.
I caught myself staring at the contour of his jaw where the scruff darkened. He scratched under his ear absentmindedly. Now I was transfixed by his hand. He had such nice, strong hands.
Thick, long fingers.
My asshole clenched on instinct, and a stubborn ache grew in my pecs.
Was it possible that knowing I was supposed to be horny made me even hornier?
I looked away and shifted in my chair.
Mr. Hartley hummed, tapped on his tablet, and hummed again.
My heart was pounding faster. I could smell him more sharply than ever. Goddammit, the coupé was tiny. There seemed to be no air!
“You’re fidgeting,” he said, not looking up from his tablet. “Do you need a break?”
Yes. But I’m stuck here with you for days.
“Um. Thank you. I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time.”
“You have an online meeting in seven minutes.”
“I’m aware.”
“Right. Good.”
I shot up and strode to the bedroom that was mine for the ride. It was snug, with barely enough room to walk around the queen-sized bed. I squeezed past the corner and closed myself in the en suite bathroom. The train rattled, and I braced my hand against the wall.
I didn’t need to use the toilet. A cold shower would have been great, but I didn’t have time for that. I unbuttoned my shirt and checked my pectorals. Swollen and heavy. It was getting worse, dammit. Did I overdo it last night and this morning with the milking machine? I must have, but it had felt so nice.
I buttoned up again. I didn’t dare to touch my nipples, worried that the tiniest stimulation would cause a letdown. I’d have to wait until the evening to milk myself again. My hole got wet just thinking about it.
