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Mitch heard the door to his hotel suite open; his own bedroom door was ajar. He saw Adam Forster enter and throw his duffel bag on the couch. Mitch glanced to the clock beside the bed; it was five a.m. Eva stirred beside him.
Adam stuck his head in. “Oh s**t, sorry.” He pulled the door closed behind him.
“He’s back,” Eva mumbled. She ran her hand over Mitch’s chest and began moving down his body.
He grabbed her hand.
“What? You don’t want s*x in the daylight?” she asked as they lay side by side staring at each other.
“It’s not that. If you can be a lot quieter than last night we could go again, but is that possible?” Mitch raised an eyebrow.
She smiled and wriggled her hand free from his, resuming her travels over his body. “No. Not possible. Can we do it anyway?”
Mitch laughed.
