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Piers. Ha! Your last name is ‘Piers’! That rhymes with ‘beers’!”
    “Okay, you,” Jensen said, still laughing behind me. “Let’s get you to bed before you get talked into a few more shots and we have to take you to the hospital.”
    “Oh, pffft!” I exclaimed, bending over to retrieve my shoes. Apparently, I moved too fast because I lost my balance and almost fell over. Jensen was there to catch me before I fell—he always was. My hero .
    I couldn’t stop giggling as he helped me upright and grabbed my shoes for me. He wrapped his right arm around my waist and held me steadily as he turned us from the bar. “I’ll see you boys in the morning. Kyle, have a good sleep.”
    “I’d say ‘you too’, but I don’t think you two will be doing much sleeping,” he shouted across the emptying restaurant.
    I turned my head quickly, causing the room to spin a little, and I opened my mouth to say something that was probably going to be highly inappropriate. Before I could utter a word, Jensen swooped me into his arms, and I giggled as he carried me from the room.
    “Why’d you do that?” I asked through my laughter as he set me down in front of the elevator doors.
    “Because you’ve been pretty open about a lot of things, and I don’t know that, of all the people you’ve met tonight, Kyle is the one you want knowing about what we do or don’t do in our hotel room.”
    “Don’t do?” I questioned. “Are you saying you don’t want to?”
    Jensen snickered. “Not at all. But in your state, I’m worried you might not be feeling up to it.”
    The elevator doors opened, and I flattened my hands on Jensen’s chest and pushed him forward until I had him pinned against the mirrored wall at the back. “I’m feeling jus’ fine,” I assured him before tilting my head up and standing on the very tips of my toes so I could kiss him.
    Thankfully, he met me halfway and our lips moved slowly together. “Good,” he said, breaking away from our kiss.
    The doors opened and Jensen took my hand, quickly pulling me behind him down the hall to our room. I had to laugh when he dropped the key-card a couple of times. Finally, he got the door open, and we rushed into the room. He threw my shoes off to the side somewhere before gathering me in his arms and pressing his lips to mine.
    Needing him naked, I slipped my arms between us and started to tug on his tie. Simultaneously, his hands moved to the zipper of my skirt and slid it down slowly, each soft tick  sending a yummy tingle directly between my legs. My skirt fell, creating a fabric puddle around my ankles as I quickly pulled the undone tie from Jensen’s neck and discarded it behind me.
    My fingers were a little clumsy from all the alcohol, making it a little more difficult to unbutton his shirt, so I appreciated Jensen’s assistance as he ripped it off his body while our lips remained locked. Buttons flew in various directions, and I moaned like that same porn star I channeled the first time he ever touched me intimately.
    My body was on fire as he slipped his hands beneath the hem of my shirt and started to raise it. Not that I wanted to, but I parted our lips and lifted my arms so he could finish his task. With me now in nothing but my matching black lace lingerie set, Jensen groaned and pulled me back into his arms before rushing us to the bed.
    We fell into the down comforter, laughing as I struggled to find my way on top of him. Jensen overpowered me though and rolled me onto my back so he was pressed solidly between my thighs. He used his brightly tattooed arm to hold his full weight off me, his muscles straining against the inked skin. Through his dress pants, I could feel his arousal, and I pushed against him shamelessly.
    “You need to lose the pants,” I told him brokenly between shallow breaths.
    Clearly, he didn’t need to be told twice before he stood up and followed my orders, returning to me in his boxer briefs. “Better?” he asked,