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was trembling when he hugged her to his chest, rolling over so that she rested beneath him.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, kissing her forehead.
    “I think you broke my nervous system,” she said, curling into him, pressing her face to his bare chest, loving the way he smelled after he made love to her.
    He chuckled as he smoothed her hair away from her face. “In the good way I hope.”
    Maddie hummed her agreement before letting her tongue slip out to tease the slightly damp skin at the center of Jamison’s chest, relishing the salty, sexy taste of him. The lick turned into a kiss, then another lick, and before she knew what was happening her teeth were raking over his taut nipple and her body beginning to heat up all over again, obviously ready for round two.
    “I have to go,” Jamison said, groaning as Maddie nipped him again. “How come no one else realizes what a bad influence you are?”
    “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself,” Maddie said. “I’m insatiable when it comes to—”
    “Maddie? Are you okay?” called a familiar voice from downstairs, making Maddie’s eyes fly wide open.
    “It’s Naomi! Get dressed!” Maddie hissed, pulling away from Jamison so quickly she fell off the side of the bed with a loud thunk.
    “Shit,” Jamison cursed softly. “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine!” Maddie called out, answering both Naomi and Jamison as she scrambled to her feet and dove for her skirt and panties at the end of the bed. “Just had a spill and came up to grab a fresh shirt. I’ll be down in a second,” she continued, heart pounding as she struggled into her underwear and skirt and scurried over to grab her bra.
    “You want me to take the dirty one home to wash?” Naomi’s question was followed by footsteps on the stairs.
    “No!” Maddie shouted, panic making her voice louder than she’d intended. Jamison was still only half dressed and she was in her bra. If Naomi saw them now there would be no doubt what they’d been up to.
    “Um, no, don’t worry about it,” Maddie continued, hands shaking as she wrenched open her drawer, snatched the first Tee shirt she laid hands on, and pulled it over her head.
    “It’s no trouble,” Naomi said, still plodding up the stairs like a horror movie monster pursuing its prey. “I know you don’t have a washing machine, and I do at least two loads a day since Noelle came home.”
    She continued on, saying something about how amazing it was that someone so small could make so much laundry, but Maddie wasn’t listening, she was too busy spinning back to Jamison and racking her brain for a place for him to hide. She was motioning for him to run to the corner when Jamison took matters in his own hands, dropping to the ground and rolling under the bed and out of sight mere seconds before Naomi appeared at the door.
    “So hand it over, no arguments,” Naomi finished, propping her hands on her hips.
    “Hand what over?” Maddie asked, heart still pounding so fast she felt light headed.
    Naomi gave her a strange look. “The shirt,” she said, frowning. Her sister’s eyes drifted down to Maddie’s chest and back up again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
    Maddie glanced down at her chest, trying not to wince as she realized she’d put on her ancient Lynyrd Skynyrd concert shirt from high school. “I’m fine.” She forced a smile as she put an arm around Naomi, gently, but forcefully turning her back toward the stairs. “But I refuse to let you do laundry for me. I’ll come over on Monday and do a few loads if I need to. No big deal. Now I should get the sign flipped back to open before we lose customers.”
    Naomi continued, frowning, but thankfully allowing Maddie to lead her down the stairs. “Okay,” she said reluctantly. “But I really don’t mind.”
    “So what happened? Did you forget something?” Maddie asked, praying that Naomi hadn’t decided to come back to work.
    If so, there was no way Maddie would be able to smuggle Jamison