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I took his hand and led him to the bathroom. We washed up as well as we could. A shower would’ve been better, but we made do.
Van stood behind me, and I glanced at our reflections in the mirror.
It was obvious that we both looked fucked out. I had beard burn, and my lips were red and swollen. Van’s hair was mussed, his mouth was puffy like mine, and his permanent grin was a dead giveaway.
He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his big, warm body.
“I don’t want to stop touching you,” he confessed against the skin of my neck. “The next few hours are going to be torture.”
I gripped his arms and squeezed them tight. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
“You’ve already done that.”
After more kisses, we finally pulled ourselves apart.
I found a pair of bootcut jeans that were loose on me and passed them over to Van.
He was able to get them on, but they were skintight on him, showing off his powerful thighs and the outline of his hefty cock. Then he turned and fuck me; his round ass was just as luscious as the rest of him, framed perfectly in my denim.
Next time, I wanted us to ditch all the clothing.
“You look too fucking hot in my jeans,” I remarked as I grabbed a sequin kilt and slipped it on. Commando this time.
Van smiled at me. “No underwear for either of us tonight. We’re living dangerously.”
“I’m willing to walk that edge if you are.”
I held out my hand, and he took it, interlocking our fingers.
With his other hand, he yanked on the dressing room door, but it wouldn’t budge.
He pulled on the door handle again.
“Oh no. No, no, no,” Van muttered as he jiggled the handle again.
A cold draft drifted over me, and I swear something touched my back. I shivered and turned around, but there was nothing there.
Just my ridiculous imagination working overtime.
Fucking Holls and that goddamn ghost story.
Bang.
All the lights went out, and the room was plunged into darkness.
Okay, now I was starting to freak out.
“This better not be one of the guys playing a Halloween prank because it’s not funny.”
“The door’s stuck, that’s all,” Van assured me. “I’ll call Regan and she can open it from the other side.”
Van tapped his phone. “Crap. I’ve got no cell service.”
“Let me try mine.”
I glanced at my phone, but it was the same. No signal.
“What do we do now?”
