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My eyes flutter open, and the instant I see my little dress in a heap on the plush cream carpet, I remember everything we did last night.
The raw erotic memory makes me sit up and look around the bedroom of the
very expensive suite I slept in last night. We came straight up here from the lounge.
The bedroom is separate from the rest of the suite, like an apartment. A classy, exquisite apartment.
Of course, I was completely blown away because the place looks like where royalty would stay. The entire hotel is like that. I swear when the girls and I arrived, I even saw a few low-key celebs mulling around. That feels like it happened years ago.
Now I’m here, and last night, I slept with a stranger who breathed new life into my tired body and made me ache in ways I’d never felt before.
How the hell is it possible to be married to one person for fourteen years and be with someone else for one night and feel like this?
This—as if it’s the first time I’ve been touched properly. The way a woman aches for a man’s touch.
My mouth waters, but I instantly curb the craving because there’s no way he’s still here.
Right?
A man like Nick would have long gone before I woke because there are no expectations.
In my head, I sound like I’m taking this surprisingly well. Maybe it’s because I have to. I’ve more than learned my lesson when it comes to men and expectations. If you can’t expect your husband to keep his dick in his pants when it comes to your best friend, what can you expect of them?
Anything and everything—or nothing.
Nick probably moved on to the next hot thing to catch his attention.
If so… what’s that noise in the living room?
My lips part when I consider the possibility that he could still be here.
Why would he be here, though?
It’s morning, and from the look of the sun outside, it must be quite late. I
glance at the clock on the wall and confirm I’m right. It’s eight thirty.
Sliding off the bed, I decide to investigate. I wrap the sheet around my body,
then pad out into the living room, where I find Nick sitting shirtless by the window bay smoking a cigar as he thumbs through a wad of documents.
While shock suffuses my being that he’s still here, he lifts his head and stares back at me.
I focus on those dark magnetic eyes of his and allow my gaze to scan over the Lord’s Prayer tattooed over his biceps and torso. I’m not sure if it makes him look more sexy or scary, or both.
I didn’t get the chance to get a good look at him last night. I was too busy being swept off the face of the earth to really give appreciation to the artwork.
I’m looking now, and if he’s real and not some figment of my imagination, then my God, he’s even more gorgeous in the radiant sunlight than he was last night.
And all I’m doing is staring. Like some loser.
“Hi… I… think I overslept.” My voice sounds breathy, like I’ve just run a marathon. “And…”
He puts out the cigar and stands. Whatever I was going to say next dissipates from my mind when my eyes drop to the bulge of his cock pressing against his pants.
Nick marches up to me and steals my mind away with the same numbing kiss he fed me last night.
He doesn’t say anything; he just feasts on my mouth and picks me up as if I’m weightless and carries me back to bed.
