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Thankfully, whoever had opened the door this morning left it open and added a doorstop so there would be no more locked-in situations.

“I’ll wait out here,” Dawson announced and leaned against the wall of the hallway.

I motioned for Brodie to go first.

As soon as we were out of sight of Dawson, I slid my arms around Brodie’s waist and pulled him in tight against my chest, his ass cradling my crotch. I slid my nose along his neck, inhaling his spicy scent and placing soft kisses and gentle nips on his skin.

“I haven’t touched you in three hours,” I growled against his skin. “It feels like three days.”

Brodie turned his head, and I captured his mouth, kissing him as deep as I could at this angle.

I’d gone four years without his kisses. Now I couldn’t imagine going without for one fucking minute.

“I’ve unleashed a beast.” He smiled against my lips.

I playfully growled and bit his earlobe.

“I can’t remember why we’re in here,” I muttered and kissed his jaw.

Brodie turned in my arms. “It looks like there are racks of clothing and stage items that need to be sent upstairs, not to mention I need to search for my ring.”

“Right. I guess we better get to that.”

I gave him one last kiss and then headed for the dressing table. “When was the last time you had your ring on?”

“When I took my makeup off after the show. Pretty sure I placed it right here on the table here.”

I glanced over the surface, but there was nothing but a box of makeup wipes. I opened the drawers, but they were empty inside.

“Let’s move the table; maybe it fell behind.”

Brodie and I each took one end and slowly moved the antique dresser away from the wall. There was nothing but dust and cobwebs behind it.

“Search the bathroom. I’ll check the clothing racks. Maybe you placed it in a pocket of something you had on.”

Ten minutes later, and despite searching everywhere, there was no sign of Brodie’s ring.

I shoved the clothing racks into the hallway, and Dawson kindly offered to start taking them upstairs. I did one final sweep of the room and the bathroom.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart; it looks like your ring is gone. Maybe you dropped it on your way to the stage? We can check upstairs if you’d like.”

“Yeah, let’s do that,” Brodie replied, but he didn’t move.

“You all right?”

“Better than.” He nodded. “I’m just taking a minute to reflect… it’s nothing.”

He shook his head and looked away.

“What? You know you can tell me anything.”

“This probably sounds really lame, but this place feels special to me now. After last night. Our first kiss. I’m never going to forget what happened here.”

Brodie finally looked at me, and the heat in his gaze stoked mine. Brodie’s sentimental side made my heart ache as fiercely as my cock. Every part of me was wide awake. I’d never felt so alive.

“It’s not lame at all. In fact, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

I pulled him in tight.

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