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For...
For Noah, who’d been in and out of so many beds I’d lost count. I trained myself a long time ago not to look at him as anything more than a friend, and yet at the first soft touch, I’d fallen right into his arms.
Fucking stupid.
And yet I couldn’t stop the grin spreading across my face. I didn’t even try to keep from touching him again. The idea that I could reach out and brush my finger down the line of his nose, then across his lips, was too wonderful. This man was in my bed. Inmybed. And he’d spent much of the night wrapped up with and inside me.
I groaned at the memory and stretched, deliciously sore in all the right places.
No, I didn’t regret a moment of it. And I wasn’t going to wake him up and hustle him out of my room and to his own. I didn’t know how often he slept or whether he even made it out of light sleep and into something deeper. The shadows under his eyes told me that he needed the rest.
He must have finally realized I was touching him, because he stretched slightly, then reached for me. I flipped over again as he pulled me to him, so that when I met his chest it was with my back. He curled around me, threading his legs through mine and wrapping me in both his arms, then rested his chin on my shoulder.
“God, you smell good,” he breathed.
My grin turned soft and dreamy and romantic, full of satisfaction and affection for this man, and I let him pull me even closer. If anyone found out we were in here together, or that we’d spent the whole night naked and feasting on each other, we’d be in big trouble. We’d made a huge mistake, and it might change everything. Including our friendship.
But for right now, he was big and heavy and warm, and I was content to let him possess me.
After all, we were still behind closed doors.
My eyes flew open some time later and I glanced at the window, panicked. Full light. We were into the morning, now. And there were voices outside in the hallway. People were out there walking around.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. I should have gotten him up earlier, when it was still at least semi-dark. We might have been able to get him to his room without anyone seeing. Now it was light and there were people up, and that was bad. I couldn’t afford for anyone to see me shuffling him out of my room in the morning, still wearing the clothing he’d had on at the meeting yesterday. People weren’t stupid. They knew how close we were. They’d immediately guess at what we’d been up to.
And we’d both be cooked.
I turned, hoping he’d be awake and have some sort of plan, but he was still dead to the world, his eyes shut tightly and his lips relaxed. I laid a hand on his arm, sighed, and closed my eyes as well. Our schedule was open until later, when we were due to catch a flight to Seattle. We had the morning to ourselves.
Hours in which to figure out how we were going to get out of this one.
Maybe I’d order room service. At least that way we’d be scheming on full stomachs.
21
MOLLY
When I woke up again, my phone was dinging with incoming messages.
Shit.
I grabbed for it, half terrified that it would wake Noah and half terrified at what the messages could mean. No one knew I had Noah in here, right? Maybe they were just looking for him and figured I’d know where he was, given my status as Keeper of Noah. And yesterday I would have told them that it was no longer my job to keep an eye on him or know where he was every moment of every day.
Right now...
I glanced to my left and took in the long, lanky, tattooed form of Noah Michael, now uncovered and showing off his perfect ass, in my bed. Now I did know where he was, but couldn’t tell anyone. Not even my best friend.
Not that I had a best friend. That was Noah, and he already knew where he was.
Oh my God, I needed to get some coffee and stop my mind from spinning.
My phone dinged again and I quickly opened it to see that these weren’t text messages. They were emails. And that meant they were coming from the office.
The first one went right to the heart of the matter.
Molly, it read.I love what you’re sending me, but I’ve got to tell you, girl, these pictures aren’t sexy enough. I thought you were on the road with some of the sexiest rock stars the world had to offer! Rivers Shine, for example. Noah Michael! That broody one that never talks to anyone but has the face of an angel. These are sexy men! Why are your pictures so G-rated? I want them with their shirts off. Preferably more than that. Do a spread with one in his bed, looking broody and like a rock star. Naked, preferably. Do something that’s going to get us the clicks. I know Rivers is with that girl now, so that might not happen, but I’ve got an even better option. A hotter one. Noah Michael. All the girls in the office are crazy for him and begging for more pictures. Get those to me now. Like, this week. I want to see what we’re working with. If the session is good, I’ll want the same with the others. You’ve been on the road with rock stars before, right? Use your experience. Don’t fail me. I don’t want to call it quits on you so early.
Oh. My. God.
