“Carter…my underwear.” His gaze heated like an inferno. “Shit…now I know you’re not wearing any, we’ll be lucky to make it back to the room.” I couldn’t help smiling like a loved-up idiot. He was disheveled himself, shirt half untucked and lips flushed. Sexy as hell and I’d already forgotten all the reasons why it was a bad idea to become involved with him. True to prediction, we didn’t make it to the room…but it was me who initiated by hitting the elevator Stop button and pouncing on him. I couldn’t get enough, even though the little voice of reason in the back of my mind warned that it was
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