" We have to go. I know." She reared back and met his gaze. "Oh, my God. Do you think your friends will know?"

Marz tried to hold back his reaction. He really fucking did. But a grin that big wasn't staying under wraps. "Probably. And now they're all a bunch of jealous bastards."

She slapped his chest and buried her face. "Oh, my God."

He was having none of it. Tipping her chin, he arched an eyebrow. "No shame, Emilie. Not for this."

"No," she said. "Never for this."

They made quick if somewhat wobbly work of putting themselves back together, and Emilie zipped up her suitcase.

"So, uh, big plans?" he asked, pointing at the spilled condoms before she'd finished closing her bag.

Emilie rolled her eyes and smiled. "My best friend Kelly told me to be bold and be prepared."

Marz laughed. "I like her already." And then he pulled Emilie in for one last, searing kiss. The kind that has his body stirring already again despite his utter exhaustion.

Then he grabbed her suitcase for her and they made their way downstairs. Where there was a whole loots staring off at the ceiling, faking napping, and whistling going on. Fuckers. "

― Laura Kaye , Hard to Come By (Hard Ink, #3)