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“We should get dressedin case anyone comes to check on us,” Austin suggested with one hand caressing my breast.

I took his shaft in my hand and stroked it lightly in response.

“Sex under risk of discovery sounds like an extreme sport to me,” I said.

He squeezed my breast and twisted my nipple between his fingers, making me squeak before muffling the sound with his mouth.

This was our third round of sex, and his stamina was inspiring. My body was exhausted but seemed to wake up and respond every time he touched me. The second time he’d taken me as I lay across the kitchen counter and he stood at the end, sliding me toward him and spearing me with his cock. It was incredible. Neither of my previous lovers had any imagination when it came to positioning.

This time we were back on the bed, and I pictured something a bit more standard. That was until he flipped me over and asked me to get on my knees. Based on the new pleasures I’d experienced during the last couple of rounds, I decided to comply.

“Don’t bend over, sit up while kneeling.” He guided my legs apart and meshed his body along my back so I could feel his cock ready once again, slipping against the slickness of my folds from behind.

I reached back to grasp his neck as he leaned his head over my shoulder, meeting me for a kiss. One of his hands toyed with my breasts and the other wandered down my stomach and in between my legs to find my clit.

I gasped as he pressed on it, circling it roughly with his finger while his tongue slid inside my mouth. Then his cock eased inside me from behind. He thrust in and out of me as our bodies undulated together in a dance he controlled.

He swallowed every exclamation I made with his never-ending kiss, and I marveled at his ability to focus on so many moving parts. If he hadn’t been supporting me, I’d have been jelly on the mattress.

My climax came and went and came again as he built toward his own. I feared I’d pass out before he got there, but instead I clenched around him as he pressed against my nub, coming undone as though on command.

He answered with his own moan, holding me in place as he emptied himself yet again.

“Fuck,” he said as he lowered us both to the bed. “You are amazing.”

If I had any words left, I’d assure him of the same. And if nothing else happened on this vacation, I’d had the best sex of my life. There was nowhere to go from here in that department, I was certain.

He spooned against me, cradling my body in a way that made me feel completely secure, and I allowed myself to drift off in his arms, certain no nightmares could find me with his protection.

When I woke, it was to Austin kissing my cheek.

I stretched and smiled up at him buttoning his shirt and couldn’t decide whether to be happy or upset that he was dressed.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“You slept through the night. It’s 9 a.m. standard time, and they fixed the climate issues while we slept. Nicole has a press conference planned and asked me to be there. You can stay here if you want.”

“I’ll come too,” I offered, sitting up.

“I’d love that. But it’s in five minutes, and I suspect it might take you longer to get ready.”

“That’s a very macho assumption,” I said, getting out of the bed and stumbling to the bathroom, determined to prove him wrong. But when I caught sight of my reflection, I swore under my breath. “Mierda.”

It wasn’t just that I had the fresh-fucked look of impossibly messy hair. My face had what appeared like rugburn all along my chin, and a dark bruises bloomed on either side of my neck and at my collar bone. I wondered if there was a similar mark between my legs as well.

“Thanks, Austin,” I said a bit louder.

“Sorry!” he called before I heard the doors woosh shut.

He was right. It’d take a bit of makeup to hide the hickies and burn marks from his stubble. Resigned to taking a shower and getting myself in order, I started the process. The reality of having spent almost an entire afternoon and evening fucking Austin Cooper set in sometime between applying shampoo and conditioner, and I laughed out loud.

When I finished showering and turned on the instadryer, I started thinking more about my conversation with Ila. So, her family had spiritual connections. That thing in the glass case was from her great-grandfather, and he’d—if I’d understood what I read—carved it from actual bone, possibly the bones of one of the monster’s victims and then masturbated over it. I tried to keep a no-judgement policy, but that felt fucked up. Had the little statue actually come to life and found the guy and killed him? According to the legends, if it hadn’t, that meant it would’ve come back and killed Ila’s great-grandad. Surely, she’d have mentioned if that had happened.

After airbrushing some makeup over my new blemishes with the standard makeup machine found in all the suites, I surveyed my much-improved reflection. Even my curls seemed to be under control for once.