32

Jenna

I wake in the morning with a headache and a case of cottonmouth. A familiar, manly scent fills my nostrils and I sit bolt upright with a gasp.

It definitely wasn’t a dream.

Alex sits on the hotel suite sofa, reading a newspaper, still dressed in his fine Italian suit like he never slept. There’s a coffee carafe and a tray of food from room service on the table, though. How did I sleep through all that?

“Buongiorno.” Alex’s deep raspy voice goes straight to my lady parts.

And that’s when I realize I’m naked except for my G-string. I yank the sheet up to my shoulders, then climb out, keeping it intact. I have to tug a couple of times to pull it off the bed.

Alex watches all this with a mixture of amusement and the smoldering desire I remember always burned in his eyes for me.

Oh, God—it’s really true! It’s really happening. Alex is here, in my suite, and he’s into me. So into me, he pleasured me last night without taking any satisfaction of his own.

There’s nothing more I want tha