The thought of sneaking out vanished as soon as the clink of metal echoed in the cramped, dingy hotel room. I found myself bound to a s*x god, albeit perhaps a mentally unstable s*x god.
Rage simmered as I lay on top of him, and my forehead fell onto his chest. His free hand stroked my back soothingly. The motion and feel of his hot, firm flesh against mine became more and more distracting, and I wrestled to hold onto the anger inside me.
“I’m sorry. I understand how upset you are right now, but I can’t let you leave and put yourself at risk, especially after what you shared about your ex.” I sense he is hiding something, or holding back, but what?
“We need to talk about this man, but it will have to wait until I have rested,” he said while trying to place a kiss on the top of my head.
