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They drove back to Sarah’s hotel to retrieve the rest of her luggage. She wouldn’t be staying in a room with Ellen again, no matter what. Even if she and Joe ended up sharing his bed platonically.
Although at the moment that seemed very unlikely.
Joe came with her up to her room, and as soon as they were behind the closed door, the two of them rushed at each other, mouths and hands exploring, jackets falling, pants unzipped, skirt hiked up, underwear yanked away.
“Oh, my God,” Sarah laughed on a rush of breath. Then she helped him unbutton her blouse because he was taking too long.
“Are you sure about this?” Joe asked. “Because if you’re not, you’d better back away right now.”
But instead Sarah pushed her pelvis into his and wrapped a leg around his hip.
“Wait a minute, wait a mi
