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“What the fuck?” Matt shouts. He’s coming inside me, I can feel it, but he shifts so the agent can’t see my bare ass.

“Ma’am, are you alright,” the agent, Martin, asks.

“What? Of course, I am. I’m with my husband.”

“Your panic button has triggered.” He pulls a coaster-looking thing from his pocket. It’s flashing red. I giggle a little as it reminds me of those things at Chili’s that let you know your table is ready.

“My panic button?” I ask, remembering it was given to me as a necklace for the night. I reach for it and realize it presses up against the handle on the dresser door. “I’m sorry. I must have hit it,” I say, mortified.

“Just reset it, Martin, and please leave,” Matt says.

“Of course, sir. I apologize.”

“No need, Martin. You thought I was in danger. Thank you.”

“Ma’am, Sir. The car is ready to go whenever you are,” he says before leaving.

As soon as he closes the door, I burst out laughing. Matt pulls out of me and laughs too.

“I don’t think it will ever be a dull moment again.”

“I agree.”

Nothing will ever be the same, and privacy isn’t something we have anymore.

We’ll just have to be more careful in the future.

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