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Tim Greenburg had stood on the other side of the door, looking annoyed and confused. "The handle wouldn't turn," he'd said. His eyes skimmed Grace and Owen had felt an unexpected urge to slap them out of his head. Grace had smiled easily. "It sticks every once in a while. I'll go call maintenance." Owen hadn't heard a Retro xxx word Greenburg said for a minute. He'd watched Grace over his shoulder as she turned those huge eyes of hers his way, gave him a mischievous little smile, and pulled the pencils out of her hair. "Sanders," Owen said, going to the sink just as the retro xxx hand dryer shut off. Sanders gave him a look over his shoulder, tugging his shirt cuffs in place. "This stays between you and me." Sanders looked offended. "Like you even had to mention it," he said, and left. Chapter Two She was going to kill him. Dead. Retro xxx Owen pulled into the motel garage and killed the engine. He seriously considered not going into the room for a moment, but decided getting it over with sooner rather than later would be better. There was no getting around it. He was close to an hour and a half late. She was going to have his balls. He climbed out of the car with the garage door closing ominously behind him, making a quick escape virtually impossible, and steeled himself for the onslaught that was surely waiting for him on the other side of the door. He opened the door with an apology hanging off the tip of his tongue and stopped. Maybe he'd get to keep his balls a little longer. Grace was sound asleep in the middle of the room's enormous bed. Her long, Retro xxx gorgeous red hair spread over the pillow, a sharp contrast to the black of the sheets he recognized as theirs—she had a thing about motel sheets—and the creamy white of her fair, redhead complexion. He and his cock forgot all about the late hour as he took in the sight of her, barely covered in lacy