?<strong>Chapter 489:</strong>


    “My stomach’s been off thest couple of days. I just overdid it tonight.”


    Her exnation seemed to appease everyone. They quickly backed off, offering well-wishes and encouraging her to rest.


    As the group dispersed, Carrie, Kristopher, Albin, and Camille headed toward the elevator.


    “I didn’t consume alcohol tonight,” Camille said, ncing at Carrie. “I’ll drive you home.”


    Carrie smiled, her eyes flickering toward Albin, who was visibly tipsy. “Take Albin home instead. We’ll call a driver.” The hotel was a Norris property, so arranging a driver was no trouble at all.


    Camille hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She helped Albin into the elevator.


    Albin draped himself over her like a drunken scarf. “I want a kiss,” he mumbled, pouting.


    Camille rolled her eyes fondly, ruffling his hair. “We’re almost home. Be patient.”


    Carrie watched them disappear behind the elevator doors, a faint smile lingering on her lips. When she turned back, Kristopher’s gaze was on her, hot and unrelenting.


    Caught in the moment, and perhaps emboldened by Camille’s disy of affection, Carrie stepped forward, stood on her toes, and nted a quick kiss on his cheek.


    Before she could pull away, Kristopher’s arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close. He tilted her chin upward and captured her lips in a deeper, more passionate kiss.


    Carrie’s eyes widened, and she pushed at his chest. “We’re in public,” she murmured against his lips.


    “There’s no one here,” Kristopher replied, his voice low and husky. His hands slid from her waist to her hips, holding her firmly.


    Carrie’s gaze darted toward the security camera in the hallway. “There’s a camera,” she pointed out.


    “It’s our own hotel,” he answered,pletely unbothered, his lips brushing against her ear.


    He pressed her gently against the wall, his movements bing bolder.


    Carrie nced down the dimly lit hallway. The doors to the three private rooms on this floor were open, and the darkness within confirmed that everyone had left.


    Her tension eased, and she let herself go, responding to him with growing fervor.


    Kristopher knew all her sensitive spots, skillfully coaxing her into a state ofplete surrender.


    Her arms wrapped around his neck, and before long, her legs were around his waist. She clung to him, meeting his intensity with her own.


    Just a short distance away, Daxton stepped out of the restroom.


    The sight of them froze him in his tracks. He stood watching, unable to make himself turn around.


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