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mean don’t all of the cool houses have trap doors?
    I start running across the yard and launch into his arms. He grips his arms tightly around me and I lock my legs around his waist. He weaves a hand through my hair and pulls my face to his, kissing me fiercely, as if it’s been years, not days, since we last saw each other.
    Breathless, we finally break apart and stare at each other.
    “Hi,” I whisper.
    “Hi,” he replies with a smile. There is a shimmer in his eyes and I don’t know why but I start giggling uncontrollably. Something about the visual of us mauling each other in the middle of his front yard is funny to me.
    “What is so funny?” He looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
    “Nothing. I’m just happy to see you.”
    “Well, good.” He kisses me again and then sets me back on the ground. “I was worried you’d be pissed and wouldn’t speak to me for the first week, since I ditched you at the airport.”
    He takes my hand and starts leading me to the front door. “I can’t say I was thrilled, but I get it. You would have been there if you could have.”
    “I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he growls against my temple. He gives me a devilish smile and eyes me up and down.
    “You better,” I say with a wink.
    Keith comes in behind us with the last of my luggage, and Brandon lets go of me to go and settle things with him. I watch as he presses a handful of bills into Keith’s hands. “Thanks man, I appreciate you being available on such short notice.”
    “Anytime, Mr. Hart. You two have a nice day,” he says, turning to go.
    “Thank you,” I call as Brandon escorts him out the door. 
    I hear the door close and Brandon comes back into the room. I start tingling just watching him cross the room. He’s wearing relaxed-fitting jeans and a button-down, flannel shirt that has the sleeves cuffed to his elbow. I can’t help but notice that the first couple of buttons are undone.
    He just looks yummy.
    His eyes are dark and intense when he gets to me. He nudges me back till I’m pressed against the wall and stares at me for a long moment before leaning in and kissing me. I wind my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens.
    “What do you think of starting the tour in the bedroom?” he asks with a smile as he pulls back.
    “Yeah, I probably should get a jump on unpacking,” I tease, running my fingers through his hair.
    “You’re impossible. You know that right?” he says, laughing.
    “It’s part of my charm.”
    All banter falls away when he kisses me again, and we head upstairs to the master suite, stopping along the way to kiss, taking turns pressing each other up against walls.
    Brandon opens the double doors and ushers me into the massive room. It is decorated in neutral tones, with striking, masculine looking furniture. I look around quickly before my eyes fall back on Brandon. The rest of the room fades as our eyes lock on each other. My heart rate speeds up and my eyes dilate as I take him in.
    “I can’t believe you’re really here,” he says, staring back at me.
    “I know.”
    “Come here,” he says.
    I step back into his arms and he runs his hands down my body as he pulls me flush against his body. “I missed you.”
    “I missed you too,” I say, popping up on my toes to bring my lips to his. He pushes his tongue past my lips and invades my mouth, exploring my tongue and the fullness of my lips. He nips my lower lip with his teeth and I moan at the sharp, but delicious pain. He pushes me up against the bed and makes me fall back. I sink into the softness of the bed and Brandon rakes his eyes over me. He slips his hands up the bottom of my shirt and brushes his fingertips over my stomach and up to the edges of my bra. Through the padding, I feel my nipples harden and strain against the silky cups.
    He removes his hands, sliding back down my body. I whimper, wanting his hands back on my skin. He smiles down at me with a glint of naughtiness