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Sofia laughs as I take another generous swig of my cantarito.

“You’re a pretty good time once you loosen up with a drink or two,” she smirks before taking another sip of some cola cocktail I’ve never heard of before.

“Thanks?” I respond sarcastically. “Before I lose the balls, I just want to say you were fucking incredible today.”

Her eyebrow slightly cocked with intrigue, Sofia sips her drink, waiting for me to continue.

“You are a bad fucking bitch.” She smirks at my description. “I don’t know how else to say it. The way you handled those men, letting them know that you’re in charge. It was fucking impressive.”

For the first time since I met her, I swear I see a hint of blush on her cheeks.

Apparently, compliments make her uncomfortable.

“Ms. Guerrera?” A woman I vaguely remember from reception approaches us at the bar and interrupts our conversation. “We’ve got your room situation addressed. These are your new keys. We are in the process of moving your luggage to your respective rooms.”

She hands us each a key card, apologizes again for the inconvenience, and quickly leaves.

“Guess this means you get your own bed tonight.” The words leave my mouth not quite having the joking inflection I was intending.

“Do you usually dry hump the women in your bed in the middle of the night?” Sofia ignores my statement and asks as though she is requesting that I pass her the salt, nearly causing me to spit my drink across the bar. “It’s a fair question considering you had your cock on my ass and your hand against my cunt.”

I struggle not to spit the drink in my mouth across the counter, then try to regain my composure before answering, “I wouldn’t know.”

“You?” Her gaze roams over my body. “You don’t have a steady flow of women through your bed?”

“Have you met me?” I scoff. “I’m awkward as fuck. Women don’t exactly flock to that.”

“I actually find it quite fucking endearing.” She lowers her voice before considering, “Are you telling me that although you’re a gorgeous tower of muscle you’re a virgin?”

“No.” I’m trigger-happy with my response. “I’ve had sex. Just not much of it.”

“What a shame.” Her tone is sincere.

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SOFIA

We spend two more rounds discussing Gabriel’s love life, or almost lack thereof. Two women. Four encounters.

It’s a disservice to that massive cock.

“I think it’s time to call it a night.” I unsteadily stand from my barstool and swipe the keycard from the counter.

“Let me walk you. Our rooms are just down the hall from each other.” This is a nice resort, and while I would like to think shady shit doesn’t happen here, I’ve watched way too many Dateline specials to decline his request.

I slip my arm into the crook of his elbow, and I’m not certain if it’s for balance or as an excuse to press my body against him again.

Reaching my room, I swipe my keycard over the door, and it blinks red. Swiping it again, I am met with the same result.

“Here.” Gabriel presses himself to my back as he slides his hand over mine. Goosebumps prickle down my spine as he takes the card from me. “Let me.”

He swipes the card over the sensor, and it immediately blinks green. While it is unlocked, he pressed down the lever as his other hand stretches over my shoulder to hold it open. Momentarily boxed in by him, my breath hitches at thoughts of the things I would do to him beyond this door.

Lifting my arm above my head, I reach behind me and wrap it around Gabriel’s neck. I lightly digging my nails into his flesh and pull him down to me, not stopping until his face is in the crook of my neck.

“I need one good reason why we shouldn’t do this,” I breathlessly groan the words while holding him against me.

“I have thousands.” His words vibrate against my neck moments before they are erased with the soft, wetness of his lips and tongue.

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