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unsure what to do, and I
realize that a good boy like him would probably wait around and
surrender rather than run.
    “Move!” I yell, tossing him his sweats and
taking off for the door, my heart racing like thunder in my
chest.
    “Wait, get back here!” The guard yells, breaking
into a run, but we don’t stop. I dart out the side door like my
feet are on fire, clutching my dress to my naked body. Daniel slams
it shut behind us and takes off after me as I heads for the
elevator.
    I stab the button, yanking my dress over my
head. My underwear is still somewhere back by the pool, and I feel
a pang for those cute panties, but that’s quickly replaced by panic
as the guard emerges from the pool area, huffing for breath. He
sees us down the hall here, and starts towards us.
    I hit the button again, “Come on, come on …”
    “Take the stairs!” Daniel calls. He grabs my
hand and yanks me after him as he sprints for the stairwell. He
throws the door open and pulls me through, racing up the stairs two
at a time.
    The sight of his naked ass bouncing up the
stairs is too much for me. The craziness of the situation hits me
all at once, and I stop, suddenly overcome with laughter. “Wait,
wait!” I exclaim, gasping.
    He turns to check if I’m OK, but I can’t stop
laughing. “Which floor are we on?” I ask, through spluttering
laughter.
    Daniel stares back, blank for a minute, and I
realize my dress is clinging to my damp body, my hair wet against
my face.
    “I … don’t know!” He starts laughing too,
clutching his bunched up sweats over his naked crotch.
    “Oh God!” I shake, clutching the railing for
support. He fumbles in the bundle of clothing to find our keycard.
“Four oh six!” he declares.
    “Shit” I yank his hand, still giggling. “We’re
going the wrong way!”
    I pull him back downstairs again in a mad dash,
our bare feet thumping on the carpet and our laughter echoing into
the stairwell. We burst through the door on the fourth floor, and I
barely have a chance to register a shocked-looking older couple by
the elevators before Daniel throws open our door and we pile into
the room, slamming it shut behind us.
    I collapse on the bed with a gasp. “Oh my god! I
thought for sure we were busted. If he’d come in just ten seconds
earlier …” I send up silent thanks that the security guard didn’t
interrupt the best goddamn orgasm of my life. “I can’t believe we
just did that!”
    Daniel gapes, leaning back against the door. “It
was your idea!” He protests.
    “I said skinny dipping,” I correct him. “The
rest was all you!”
    “Not everything …”
    Our eyes lock, and suddenly, my laughter dies in
my throat. My body shivers with awareness, my heart pounding loud.
I’m suddenly aware of everything: us, alone in the small hotel
room. Wet and breathless and practically naked.
    Daniel.
    After all this time. Here, with me.
    My breath catches, just looking at him. My pulse
races with a new nervous rhythm. After what we just did, I
shouldn’t feel so awkward around him. I’ve tasted him, felt his
hands on my body, cried out for more … But what happened down at
the pool — that felt like a dream to me. The hush of the empty
room, the soft lap of the water on our bodies … It wasn’t real,
like something from my most secret fantasies come to life.
    Now, here? This is for real.
    Daniel slowly walks towards the best. My body
tightens with anticipation. I’d dreamed about what he’d be like,
but nothing had been as sweet as the feel of his body between my
thighs, and the havoc he wreaked with his fingers. Jesus . I can still feel the golden haze of my orgasm
drifting through my veins, but already, I want him all over again.
More of him.
    All of him.
    Daniel pauses, standing above me. “Your turn,”
he says slowly.
    I blink, my mind empty. “What?”
    “Truth or dare?”
    My heart stops. There’s no way I can risk
telling him anything true, not with my defenses stripped all the
way