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She looks unsure if she should stay or leave.

“Seriously, it's no big deal. The photoshoot is over and I'm going to be here for several more hours editing photos from this shoot and the last one.”

“Well, if you're sure.”

“I am. Enjoy your night.”

She grabs her makeup bag and heads to the back door. “Okay, thanks, boss. I'll see you tomorrow.”

True to my word, when Marc steps out of the changing room, I hang his suit on the rack with the others.

I slowly gaze over his muscular body.

He changed into his athletic shorts and fitted shirt.

A sexy smirk forms on his face. “Like what you see?”

“More than I am willing to admit.” I confess.

His smile grows as large as the tent in front ofhis shorts. “How about I admit how great last night was?”

Now that is something I can admit. “Last night was great. The best.”

My face flames as I realize I said it out loud.

Marc’s eyes darken as he steps closer to me. “The best, huh?”

“What can I say? I’m a middle-aged divorced woman who didn’t have mind blowing sex until last night.”

Marc’s arms wrap around my waist, his hands grab my ass and pull me closer.

“You’re going to inflate my ego even more than you did last night.”

“How about I do it again tonight? After I finish my work?”

His gaze locks with mine. “That sounds perfect.”

I place a chaste kiss on his cheek before heading back to my desk. I speak over my shoulder. “So, what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day for you?”

“Well, I figured I would hang out with you either here or at the house. Maybe cook us some dinner a little later.”

“That sounds great. I need to try to get this work done tonight.”

“I won’t interfere with your work. I can head to the gym or something, but I don’t want to leave you here alone. Not so soon after the break in.”

I turn my gaze towards the couches where Marc is sprawled across one of them.

“I have the security guy watching the place.”

“Even with security, I don’t want to take any chances.”

“I don’t think he will try anything so soon after or this early in the day when there are people out and about, but I do feel safe at your house. I can bring my laptop and camera and just work there.”

Marc stands up. “Only if you want to. I don’t want to pressure you.”

“I don’t want you to be bored here and having to sit on the couch while I work.”

Marc walks over to me. “Then let’s go home.”

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