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“You sure?”

“Yeah Land isn’t that bad”

He nods Our eyes stay latched for a sensual beat before he steps into the tub Dropping his boxer-briefs on the tiles before he shuts the curtain, giving us both privacy

My s face Banks really does want in to frown re that his firsts weren’t what he hoped

Leaning back against the wall, I shut out those thoughts and slip hs More swollen and wet than I even thought Skidding er over the tender, bundle of nerves, my whole body convulses—I shudder

Fuck

I close my eyes and picture Banks next tohi me

His arousal towards hclouds

My back arches, h to quake asm Noise catches in my throat

His grunt is also se of me here

When I come down, I wash my hands and throw on my clothes: clean underwear, turquoise boxer PJ botto off the shower After he dries off with a towel, he gets dressed too Jeans and his white tee

The air is comfortable

I squeeze out my wet hair We slip each other smiles, and then the reality of where we are—a motel-stop, on the way to Yellowstone territory so I can free-solo—co

The motel door

The front door

“Akara is back?” I ask Banks

“Must be,” Banks says, slipping his phone in his pocket SFO has e at a certain distance, and since I’ a radio He’d only have Akara to talk to on comms, and they haven’t been apart that much

Banks is staring at the shut bathroom door like he can see his friend on the other side

I just kissed Akara’s friend My bodyguard’s fucking friend

And Banks just kissed his friend’s client Oh and I’er than Banks, which I’ he didn’t love that Will Rochester was older And he wasn’t even that fucking old!

“Cumbuckets,” I say in a daze

“What?” Banks looks me over

“Kits is going to care that we kissed,” I realize “You’re different—you’re his friend He’s going to be so pissed…or worse, disappointed…like I did so—”

“We didn’t do anything wrong,” Banks tells me

“Yeah,” I nod, believing this too “It’s not like I’m married to Akara”