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And there I am, naked in one of the grandest hotels in existence, at the mercy of every guest nearby. The thrill of being caught is so profound, my heart beats through my chest. I can see the gentle movement fluttering right above my breast.
Anticipation makes the seconds pass like hours. My body is tingling with need, my arousal heightening while I await Gus’s return. Every single sound fills me with more breathless expectation. This man does things to me that I cannot even put into words.
But then I hear it:
The elevator beeping down the hallway.
The mechanical wind of the doors opening.
Voices.
Footsteps.
It’s undeniable: Someone is going to come. Someone is going to find me naked in the hallway.
My heart is pounding and my hand instinctually grips at the locked door behind me. The footsteps grow louder and the voices get closer.
This is it.
At the precise moment when an older couple rounds the corner at the end of the hallway, Gus appears and shields me with his body. Lightning quick, he opens the door and shoves me into his suite, barely keeping me out of sight.
“I hate you,” I hiss, adrenaline pumping. I leap into his arms, my body alight with a burst of energy that makes my hands tremble while I fumble to hold his shoulders. “I will literally hate you until the day I die.”
“At least you’ll be thinking about me,” he murmurs before he latches his hands under my bare thighs and wraps my legs around his waist.
I grin until I realize he’s empty-handed. “August, where’s the vibrator?”
“Couldn’t find it,” he answers, voice steady. “Don’t need it though.”
Surprised, I pull my head back to get a better look at his face. His expression is quintessentially Gus: stoic and unmoved…which would be fine if he weren’t about to screw the living daylights out of a hot blonde with literally no backdoor hang-ups.
“Are you sure?” I ask, determined to pinpoint the source of his weirdness. “It’s in my suitcase. Right on top in the little zippered thing.”
“I couldn’t find it,” he repeats.
Hm. Disappointment strikes me; I was looking forward to whatever he had planned. The thought of Gus taking my ass and toying with my pussy at the same time had quickly become a non-negotiable—and I hate to be disappointed. “I’ll get it,” I volunteer.
“You don’t have to,” Gus insists, tightening his grip on my thighs. “We don’t need props. We can do fine on our own.”
I let out a scoff and wiggle out of his grasp. “I’ve been waiting since December for you to take my ass. We’re going to do it the kinkiest way we can.”
“Julia—”
I dip into the bedroom and grab the robe from the bathroom before shrugging it on while I head to the door to the suite.
Gus stands in my way. “You don’t need to—”
“What’s your deal?” I demand, still confused by his caginess. I layer on my saddest, most concerned expression. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You? No, god no,” he promises. He moves forward to take me into his arms—like a sucker.
I dart past him and lunge for the door, barely managing to wrench it open and fling myself into the hallway past Gus. Laughing, I run.
“Julia,” he hisses again. “Hold on.”
“Catch me if you want me,” I whisper when I round the corner.
My suite is at the end of the hall around the corner, and I barely make it there ahead of Gus. With steady hands, I manage to put the keycard into the door just as he catches up to me. Triumphant, I push open the door to the suite—
