“You can bet on that.”

“I know.” He hooted with laughter and strode off, disappearing into the visitor locker room at the end of the hall.

I opened the door to the laundry room, and Geneva jumped, startled. Whipping around, she exhaled when she saw me slip in the door and shut it behind me.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought you might be lonely.”

“That’s considerate of you. I’m almost finished here.” She concentrated on efficiently folding the towels stacked on a table to the right of the dryers.

“Not really considerate. More like selfish. And horny. It’s been too long.”

“It hasn’t been that long.”

“Any amount of time away from you is too long.” I grinned at my flattering statement, figuring it’d win me some major points.

“You’re the charming one tonight.”

“Whatever gets me in your pants.”

“Honest too.” She laughed and shot me a smoldering look that would’ve melted an ice arena, then turned back to her towels. I watched as her hands deftly folded each towel, and I wanted to be a towel right now if it meant I’d have her hands and her attention on me.

I studied the row of washers chugging away and decided one of my fantasies was about to come true, Geneva willing. “Ever done it on a washer?” I didn’t wait for a response but reached behind me to flick the deadbolt on the door.

“No, but I’ve thought about it.” Her eyes lit up, and I was damn sure she was imagining the same things I was—nasty, hot, fun things. I closed the distance between us in record time.

“So have I.” I snagged a towel from the pile of clean ones and laid it on top of the washer. Whipping around, I grabbed Geneva around the waist and lifted her onto the towel.

“Now I’m going to have to wash that,” she grumped but not convincingly.

“All for the cause, sweetheart. All for the cause.” Grabbing the bottom of her polo, I lifted it over her head. She helped me by raising her arms. Then I feasted my hungry eyes on her stunning tits. I doubted I’d ever tire of staring at those babies.

“What about my coworkers?” She didn’t appear all that concerned, and neither was I. She’d get her work done eventually, and that was all that mattered.

“Your boss asked me to make sure you get back to the hotel.”

A slow smile crossed her face. We’d been given a green light. She licked her lips as she waited for my next move. I yanked off her shoes and unzipped her pants, pulling them down her gorgeous legs along with her panties. Her eyes were so dilated I could barely make out her pupils in the dim light.

She lifted her shapely legs onto the washer and spread them wide. I gazed down at her wet opening. It was a thing of beauty, and she was mine, all mine. Tonight, tomorrow, and however long this thing lasted.