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Eventually, as he pushed up, I had to let him go as he rolled off of me onto the other side of the bed. Then slowly got up, then toward the bathroom.
Did I turn to watch his ass as he walked, the muscles tensing with each step? You bet I did.
In fact, it wasn’t until he was fully out of the room, out of view, that I seemed to come back to my damn senses all at once.
“Shit,” I hissed, shooting up in the bed, then jumping out, completely oblivious to the windows lacking curtains, and the possibility of being seen as I shot across the room, gathering and clumsily dragging on clothes as I went.
By the time Anthony came back out from the bathroom, I had my shirt and panties on, and was holding my jeans against my chest.
He, on the other hand, was still gloriously naked.
Damn him.
“Done in there?” I asked, gesturing toward the bathroom as I grabbed my suitcase.
“Yeah, but—“ he started.
I didn’t have time for buts.
I had to get some space.
Some perspective.
Some time to put some walls back up again.
Because, fine, that happened.
We were both adults. We were both attractive and attracted. Shit happens. It didn’t have to be a whole thing.
But it absolutely could not happen again.
Not because it wasn’t good.
God, it was good.
I could practically still feel him slamming inside of me as I turned on the water in the shower and climbed inside.
But because it was a terrible idea.
We needed to be focusing, concentrating on the job at hand. Both of our careers were riding on it. We couldn’t fuck this up because we were too busy fucking each other to make moves when the opportunity struck.
If we wanted to fuck after my guns were back in my possession and the threat of this crew was neutralized, then we were free to.
Or, you know, not.
Not was fine too.
Smart, even.
I scrubbed viciously at my skin, rubbing it into an angry red shade in an effort to get the scent and feel of him off of me.
Because I wanted the scent of him on me, because I wanted to walk around thinking of his hands and lips on me.
And I couldn’t want shit like that.
Not because there was anything wrong with the desire in its purest form. But because I had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t just desire. That it wasn’t just sex and pleasure.
It was him.
