Page 15 of Sweetest Sin (Tempting Love #1)

Peyton

I’m not sure how early it is, but as I roll over, I let out a groan, my body deliciously sore. My alarm hasn’t gone off yet, so it must be early. Instead of checking the time, I lie where I am, recalling the events from last night and earlier this morning.

Sweaty bodies.

Tangled limbs.

Too many orgasms to count.

Sex on damn near every surface of the suite.

Laughing, kissing, foreplay.

Dominick devouring my pussy while I sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi and then fucking me in it.

I should be satiated for the next year based on the number of times he made me come, but the thought of not seeing or kissing or fucking him after today has me reaching for him in hopes that I can convince him of one more round of amazing sex before we have to shower and then head to the airport.

But when my hand lands on the cold sheets and my eyes fly open, I realize I’m alone.

I sit up, and for a moment, I wonder if this was all a dream.

Did I imagine my time with Dominick?

I grab my phone from the nightstand and click on my photos. And right there, in color, is a picture of Dominick and me standing in front of the water. Him in a sharp black suit and me in my little black dress.

I swipe out of my photos and turn off my alarm since I’m awake. Then, I pad into the bathroom. I’m butt naked, having fallen asleep with Dominick’s body wrapped around mine, so I grab a robe that’s hanging from the door.

With every step I take, my muscles ache from the numerous ways Dominick fucked me, further proving that it wasn’t a dream.

When I turn the light on, I’m met with several bite marks and hickeys. At the time, I didn’t think about how it would look. I was too enraptured by Dominick’s need to mark me and make me his.

Now, I have to hope my concealer will cover it all before I get on the plane.

The plane …

We were supposed to take a car to the airport and fly back to Coral Bay together. He asked if we could have lunch before he went home.

Yet he’s gone.

I quickly pee and then go in search of him. The suite is big. He could’ve gotten up to take a phone call and didn’t want to wake me.

But even as I think it, I know it’s not true.

I can feel it. He’s gone.

His suitcase is nowhere to be found. His briefcase is missing. There aren’t any men’s clothes in sight.

I look for a note, but there isn’t one.

Tears sting my eyes, and I try to hold them back. But finally, I give in and let them fall.

I knew what we had was only for one night. He told me that was all he could give me. But for some reason, as we lay in bed, both of us sweaty and sleepy, and he asked if he could see me after the flight, I thought maybe he’d changed his mind.

By the time I fell asleep in his arms, I had convinced myself that, even though it was a bad idea due to the distance, I wanted to see where this would go because I had fallen for him.

For his charm, for his smiles that were few and far between, for the laughter that he seemed to reserve for me.

During the short time I had been around him, I fell for his touches and kisses and words.

Fuck, even though I knew the score, it still hurts.

After my tears have dried, I take a shower, wanting to get his scent off me. I get dressed and call for a cab to take me to the airport.

I go about our preflight routine, and the entire time, I keep looking for him. I’m not even sure what I’d say to him. But it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t check in and he never gets on the plane.

Two seats, both assigned to him, are empty, and if I’m honest, so is my heart.