Aria Pov
Morning light slipped through the heavy curtains in thin gold lines across the bed.
I woke slowly, body heavy, limbs tangled in expensive sheets that smelled of s*x and the faint remaining scent of his skin. For a few seconds I simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was. The suite was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning. My mouth felt dry. My throat was faintly sore. Then the deep, insistent ache between my legs and the dull throb in my inner thighs brought everything back in a rush—the hotel key mix-up, the stranger stepping out of the bathroom in nothing but a white towel, the way I had begged him not to stop, the way I had taken him into my mouth until he came down my throat in thick, hot pulses.
I turned my head.
He was alrea
