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They had made love in every room of the massive suite for the remainder of the night, and Kristen was sore all over in the best possible way. She had showered alone this morning and worked to get the tangles out of her hair from not brushing it after their shower last night.
Mike was laying on the bed, watching her move around and pretending to scroll on his phone.
“I know you aren’t playing on your phone.” She slid into bed next to him.
“Maybe not,” he conceded, and set his phone down. “What do you want to see today?”
“Hmm, I like you, but maybe something besides this amazing hotel room?”
“Okay, fine.” He faked a sigh and got up to take his own shower.
Kristen wandered around, taking in the room and the view, and opening every cubby and cabinet she could find. The room was fully
