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He returns naked, without the condom. His eyes sparkle, and he takes me in, lying used and dishevelled on the bed, my muscles still quivering.

“Hmm, now what should I do?” he moves back to the bed, dropping next to me, his hands trailing down my stomach, causing my muscles to jump and contract. He lowers his head, his mouth following, kissing and suckling. No one has ever worshipped my body like this man is right now.

He finally reaches the apex of my thighs, his fingers touching my engorged and swollen flesh. “So… Perfect.”

His fingers slide over my sensitive skin, my hips jumping.

“Cal, I can’t…” I pant.

“There is no such word as I can’t.”

I watch as Cal lowers his head, his hands spreading my thighs as his mouth once again finds my core, his tongue lapping at my clit and then my entrance, spearing me with his tongue.

“Now I need another orgasm from you, only this time you will be quivering on my tongue,” he says before setting his mouth to work.

Who am I to complain? This is one night.

CHAPTER 3

CALEB

My hand goes to my eyes, my fingers rubbing over my eyelids to try to open them. Wow, last night. Snippets of the evening come back to me. My cock hardens as I’m flooded with the memories of the previous evening. A hot, tight body. Screams of pleasure echoing around the suite. Soft, demanding lips.Comingharder than I ever have before.

My ears tune in to the sounds around me. It’s far too quiet. My hand snakes out, only to find cold, empty sheets. I listen for the sound of the shower, nothing.

I sit up. The sheet covering me drops to my waist. Suddenly awake, my eyes struggle to focus on the darkness. The heavy blackout curtains doing their job. I flip on the bedside light and look around. My clothes litter the floor, where they were abandoned in our speed to get to each other’s bodies. But it’s only mine. My little dancer’s clothes are gone.

I drop back and fling my arm over my eyes.

“Fuck.”

I throw back the covers and dive out of bed. Breathing a sigh of relief when I find my wallet in my jeans, untouched.

Dragging them on, I walk barefoot into the main area. The family suite is extensive. They are in all the family hotels. Fully catered and set up to allow the family to stay with minimal disruption. My grandfather started it, and my dad and sister continued the tradition. I can’t complain. With the amount of travelling I do, it’s nice to have a home from home.

I scan the room, checking for any sign of the woman who joined me last night. When I find nothing, I run a hand through my hair, frustration blooming in the pit of my stomach.

Did she sneak out?

Nothing seems to be missing. She must have simply got up and left when I finally fell asleep.

I look at the clock.

Seven-thirty.

We got back to the room at three. There was not much sleeping as we enjoyed each other’s bodies.

I pull on a jumper and head downstairs, hammering on security’s door.

A man in uniform opens the door, his face not hiding his shock at finding me there. “Mr Frazer. Um… Can I help you?”

“I came back with a woman last night.” I’m not really thinking how that sounds until after the words leave my mouth. “Bert,” I say, reading his name tag before giving him one of my most dazzling smiles.

He looks at me, his expression blank.

“I want to know who she is and where she went.”

He steps back and lets me into the room. A wall of screens monitors different parts of the hotel, from the lobby to the dining room. Even the bar area.