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W alking back into our room after dinner, I immediately start sweating.

This place feels like a damn sauna. Silently storming to the thermostat, I pray it didn’t break while we were at dinner.

How is it set to seventy degrees? I growl.

Fuck that shit. I punch it down to sixty-five.

I swear I turned it down before I left. If this thermostat has another glitch, I’m calling the front desk.

But right now, I’m tired as hell. It’s been a long ass day and I need my nightly routine and some time away from…

people . I quickly change out of my dinner clothes and climb into bed, picking up my book to read a few chapters to calm my mind before sleep.

I’m pulled out of my chapter by the lock on the door clicking.

My heart skips as Maggie walks in, that damn dress taunting me, and I’m glad I’m under the covers and can hide my growing erection with my book.

She gazes at me, a glimmer of heat in her eyes, her mouth open trying to find the words to speak.

I relax a hand behind my head flashing her a smug smile. “Something the matter, Magdalina?”

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?” she snaps as her eyes burn with fire, but it’s not anger this time. It’s something else. “What the hell are you doing?”

I tilt my head, clearly not understanding what she’s asking me. “I’m reading in bed.” I lift my book as high as I dare, still fighting the beast beneath the sheets. “Is that a problem? We agreed to share the bed, yes?”

“Yes, but…what are you wearing? Are you …are you fucking naked under the covers?”

And now my erection is worse.

I clear my throat, peering over my glasses. “Do you think about me being naked often?”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “What the hell is on your face?”

I furrow my brows, closing my book and giving her my full attention. “My reading glasses?”

“Fuck,” she murmurs under her breath as she stomps toward her suitcase.

“What’s wrong with my glasses?”

She tears apart her suitcase, I can only assume looking for her sleeping attire.

This is why I unpack my suitcase in a hotel.

I can easily find things without cluttering up the entire room.

Case in point, the clothes scattered all over the floor around her bags.

Normally, I would be bothered by the mess, but I’m enjoying the fact that she is clearly flustered.

“Nothing! Nothing is wrong. It’s just…” she groans, “never mind. Can you just read without your glasses, please?”

Holy shit. She’s turned on by my glasses. A wicked smile spreads across my face.

“Can I read without my glasses? Sure, Maggie. Would you like me to breathe underwater with my lack of gills too? I wear my reading glasses because I can’t read without them,” I says as she finally turns to look my way. “Are my glasses bothering you? ”

“NO,” she snaps, stomping her foot as she says it. “They are not bothering me. I’m just…I’m going to go change in the bathroom.”

My smile quickly morphs into a full-on smirk as she traipses off to the bathroom, swaying her hips back and forth as she goes.

Goddamn . Even in that loose dress, her ass is gorgeous.

I try to focus back on my book, reading the same sentence as I wait for Maggie to come to bed.

Shit. I fist myself through the covers. How the hell am I going to behave myself, not to mention actually sleep, with her in bed so close to me?

Finally, she emerges from the bathroom, and I glance up to see her in an extremely tight tank top, and very short shorts.

Fucking hell. I look back to my book, pressing the spine against my crotch and making sure my glasses are on full display.

Before dinner, she meticulously arranged a wall of pillows down the center of the bed, and I feel the mattress shift as she climbs in on her side.

“Magdalina…”

“I just told you not to call me that,” her voice trails off as some of her fight fades.

“I must not have heard that. I would put in my hearing aids, but now that I know you find my reading glasses sexy, I’m afraid that you would break down this pillow wall and climb me like a tree if I had a hearing device.”

I hear a faint chuckle across the feather barrier, my chest tight at the sound. Her voice suddenly more soft. “I do not find your glasses sexy.”

“You keep telling yourself that, lisichka.”

“Whatever. Go to sleep, asshole.”

“We’re bringing that up again? If you’re offering, I wouldn–”

“Fuck yo–…I mean-” she thrashes on her side of the bed, “Just go to sleep, okay?”

I love that she’s so flustered, so worked up, from a small reminder of our night together.

I just need to crack through her shell a bit more.

I know she’s pissed at me. I crack my knuckles.

I know I fucked up. Glancing at the wall between us, my fingers burn with the desire to touch her once more.

I know I need to make things right. I know I need to find a way to move on from my past. And, for the first time in my life, I’m feeling like she just might give me the will to take a step in that direction.

After an hour of trying, but failing, to read my book I finally hear her cute little snore start up on the other side of the bed.

My eyes burn, my body feeling like a live wire.

I’m never going to fall asleep. I need to take care of this Maggie fucking James induced hard-on before I can rest. I crawl out of bed as stealthily as possible, walking over to the dresser and quietly opening the drawer to grab the black silk bag I’ve had with me for months.

My good luck charm.

Walking into the bathroom, I untie the drawstring, delicately removing the contents.

This red thong has been my lifeline, my salvation, and now I need my heart shocked back into rhythm so I can fall asleep without touching its owner.

Right. Fucking. There. I wrap the lace around my wrist, as I have so many times, and slowly wrap my fingers around my hardness. God, I want that woman again .

I’ve felt her mouth on me, her cunt, her ass.

I never got to fuck those tits. It’s the one thing I’m dying for, and nothing will satisfy me until I get it.

I jerk my cock thinking of what it would feel like between them, what it would be like to finish spraying my release on her neck, her chin.

My hand moves faster and faster, every muscle tightening with anticipation.

The cold of the tile floor under my feet is a welcome contrast to the heat in my body.

The heat I have for her. I stroke myself harder, remembering the way she gagged on my cock.

The way she wasn’t afraid of anything I suggested.

I want her. My cock is begging for her. I find my rhythm as I dream of fucking her sweet pussy with nothing between us.

Thinking of eating her out while she’s wearing these panties.

I up the pace, knowing I’m close, stroking faster and twisting harder.

My balls tighten as I can feel myself getting ready to release.

It would be so much better wrapped up in her instead of her damn pan-

“Vladi, why is it so damn cold in-” Her voice bursts into the bathroom as the door creaks open. I take in her face, her jaw dropped wide, her eyes bulging at the sight of me.

“Are those my fucking panties?!”

Fuck.