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“Here we are,” I say, turning the handle and walking inside the cra the door behind us and hitting the light switch on the wall

“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” he says, looking around at all the cleaning apparel piled up to the ceiling in the small room

“No, I wasn’t,” I reply Grabbing hirin and pull him into me Our lips meet as he rests his hands on my waist and, the moment that happens, I si inside my mind God, I needed to be alone with hio insane

And now here I am, inside a broom closet with the President of the United States Yeah, my life’s that crazy

When I accepted this job, I had no idea ht I wouldn’t even have to see him outside of for with hih society… But, oh well It’s so much better to be with him in here

Surrendering to his kiss, I let all the lust insideelse entirely So that I don’t want to control

Tilting ers over the fabric of his shirt and presshis lips with the tip of ue; then I just slide it inside hisin a frenzy of lust Lost in our kiss, I let the seconds passes us by as rows even wetter

Pulling back from him, all I have the time to do is take a deep breath; with his hands still on ainst the wall Grabbing me by the wrists, he forces me to raise both my arms up and pins them over my head

“What if we get caught?” He asksthe ht get caught adding to the whole experience I know it because I feel exactly the same

“Then we get caught,” I reply, each words that flies out fro my blood boil

, h the the fabric in a way that hasn’t happened before As good as everything is with Austin, ere never in a situation where we ht

Sure, I knohat a reckless thing for us to be doing… But that’s part of being alive Truly alive, I mean

“You’re insane,” he says, s at me while flames of lust dance behind his eyes

“Yes, I a hi, he leans forward and presses hisfrorab his shirt,furiously as I unbutton it I could just pull at the fabric and ood idea for Austin to go back to the ballroom with a ruined shirt, his six-pack out in the open for everyone to see

Untucking his shirt, I let the palm of htening as I feel the hard contour of his pectorals and abs God, I siet tired of his perfect body It’s as if God hined every inch of Austin’s body, hell bent on creating the perfect man