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“Oh God,” Bryna moaned. “Oh God, yes. Right there.”
Her cries were elevating as Andrew finished, and she came right after him. She fell forward on top of his muscled chest. She was breathing hard and had probably just ruined the fifty-dollar blowout she had gotten earlier. The thought made her giggle. Blowout.
“What’s so funny?” Andrew asked. He squeezed her waist and nuzzled her neck.
Okay. Enough. Enough.
“Nothing.”
She hopped off of him and went into the restroom to clean up and check out her hair. Just a little mussed. Nothing too bad. Plus, her makeup was still intact. None of the flyaways and smudges that had come from a hot elevator make-out session with Hugh.
Bryna frowned at her reflection. In fact, she hadn’t heard from Hugh all week, not since he had left her at her doo
