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“I want your permission to keep watching it.”

“Why?” I ask again, apparently only capable of one-word questions in this headspace.

“Why do I want to keep watching it? Because it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I can’t force my lungs to take a breath as I white knuckle the door handle.

“I watch it with my phone in one hand and my little black vibrator in the other.”

Images of that very vibrator in my own hand flash through my mind. My breath finally comes, but it’s audible, like a gasp.

Naomi laughs softly from right behind me, and I jump.

How did she get so close again so quickly?

“You remember that vibrator, right?”

I pull the door open and practically run into the hallway instead of answering. My dick’s going to get me in trouble if a certain iPhone-wielding voyeur spots it.

“Sam, wait.”

I don’t wait, hurrying down the hall toward the stairs as quickly as I can without flat out running.

“Let me send it to you. You can watch it, and if you think it’s crap and want me to delete it, I will.”

I whirl to face her. “What?” The question comes out too loud and I look wildly from side to side at the hotel doors next to me, praying I didn’t wake anyone.

“Let me send it to you.”

“No. I don’t want it anywhere near me.” I take a few steps toward where she stands in the hall. “This could ruin me. Do you understand that?”

Naomi stands her ground. “If you watch it and still want me to delete it, I will. Deal?”

I shake my head and turn back down the hall. “No way.”

“Aren’t you at least a little bit curious?”

The realanswer is too frightening to be allowed in my own mind.

“No.”

“Say you’ll watch it.”

“No.”

“Fine,” she says before turning to head back into her room.

Madness overtakes me as she starts to disappear from view.

“Fine.” My voice comes out sounding far more confident than I feel. “Send it to me.”

Her head pops out of the doorway, a devilish grin on her face. “Coming right up.”

Chapter Fourteen

Sam

Ifeel my phone buzz in my pocket as I cross the dark lot to my cart, but I don’t dare check it.

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