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My mouth falls open as I stare at her. She gives me a wink and her hand comes down to squeeze my arse, copying what the guy is doing to the woman.

The woman giggles. There’s something about the way she surveys Pixie that I don’t like. And she stares at my crotch like I’m a piece of meat as she licks her lips.

Huh, funny how it had caused a completely different reaction when it happened downstairs with Pixie; my cock swelling with excitement of what was to come. And yet, it’s trying to shrivel inside itself now as this woman eyes me.

She quirks a brow at me. “Do you share?”

“Me or her?” I ask, trying to work out which one of us she wants.

“Both of you.”

“Sometimes, but not tonight,” I tell her with a smooth smile, amused by the frown on her face.

Pixie gives my bum another squeeze, and it feels like an encouraging sign that I said the right thing. The lift dings itsarrival at my floor, and the couple moves to one side to let us through.

“Well, Cam, that woman wanted to eat you up.” Pixie chuckles as I lead her down the corridor to my room at the end.

“Yeah, there was something off about her, right?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

“You felt it too?” Her eyes widen.

“Yeah, the vibes were definitely off,” I say. Pixie’s mouth falls open as she gapes up at me in astonishment. “What?” I ask, trying to work out what’s surprised her.

She shakes her head. “Nothing, it’s all good. Just glad we are both on the same page. So, you want me all to yourself then?” She changes the subject swiftly, but I’m curious about what stopped her in her tracks when she’s usually quick with her responses.

“Well, I know I can give you the five orgasms I promised. I doubt they could have kept up.” I wink, delight sitting in my chest at her laugh as she pats me on the pec.

“Still confident with the five?” she asks. I pull the room key card from my joggers and hold it to the lock to open the door.

“Oh yes, any requests, or do I have free rein?” I ask.

“Free rein sounds fun. I want to see what you can do.” She winks as she walks into the suite. “What? Where’s the bed?” she asks, bafflement in her tone.

“It’s a suite. This is the lounge, and the bedroom is through those double doors.” I point towards them. “The bathroom is beyond that.”

She places her hands on her hips, inclining her head to the side, and asks, “Just how much does a stonemason make? You don’t give me rich arsehole vibes, but you seem to stay in pretty nice digs wherever you go.”

“What can I say? I like a comfy bed and plenty of space.”

“Hmmm,” I feel like I’m some kind of specimen she’s inspecting as she stares up at me.

“Want the tour?” I ask, reaching out a hand, pleasure coursing through me when she takes it.

“Of course I do.”

I show her round, pointing out the massive bathtub and the rainfall shower head in the double shower. She looks on in wonder.

“How long did you say you’re staying here?” she asks.

“Booked to the end of the week, then we’ll see.”

“Where’s all your stuff?” Her brows knit as she glances around the bedroom.

“I’ve mostly just got clothes up here. The car park is underground and secure, so I’m keeping all my tools and equipment in the van down there rather than dragging it up every night.”

“So, what’s the plan here?” She’s standing a couple of feet away, turned to face me front on.

I watch her carefully for a moment, trying to gauge her mood. She seems a bit thrown by the nice hotel room, but I’d rather she was distracted by me, my body, and the pleasure I know I can give her.