I sigh into mypillow, no longer able to ignore my small bladder.
Damn. When did I buy new pillows?
Feels like I’m sleeping on a cloud.
Wait. Where are my pajamas? And is there a hand on my ass?
I’m naked. And I’m not in my bed—
Last night’s events start replaying in my mind. Every sordid and delicious detail.
Jesus, that man’s dick is so powerful he almost erased my memories,Men in Blackstyle.
The room is still dark, but it feels like I’ve slept in. Shit. I don’t know all the rules about one-night stands, but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to have a sleepover once the deed is done.
I look over and can faintly make out Lucifer’s features. His face resting on his pillow, his bare chest slowly rising and falling.
I almost snort.
Lucifer.
This man knows what every inch of my body looks and feels like, and I don’t even know his real name.
Last night far exceeded my expectations. After we both came the first time, we hopped into the shower only to get a lot filthier before we got clean.
He asked me to stay for room service, stating that he wouldn’t be a gentleman if he let me leave without replenishing my electrolytes.
Or at least that’s what I think he said. His voice was muffled, given his head was buried between my thighs.
After splitting a burger, pizza, and fries, he demanded I sleep off my food coma with a short nap with him. He promised he would wake me up and accompany me home in a cab. I waved off his offer to ride along but had no fight left in me to turn down a little shut-eye.
An hour later he woke me as he promised… with his hand between my legs and his cock ready and sheathed, waiting at my entrance. I hooked my leg over his without thought and let him slowly fuck me from behind.
After that round, I must have passed out immediately after we came, because I don’t remember getting up and using the bathroom after. Which is a big no-no, because this girl right here is not looking to get a UTI.
But now I’m anchored in place by his large hand on my bare ass, and I need to get out of here before I make it awkward.
I slowly lift his wrist and gently place it on the bed. I breathe a sigh of relief that he’s still asleep and quietly wiggle myself out of bed.
When my feet touch the floor, soft lighting illuminates under the nightstand, ensuring I won’t bump into anything and make a fool out of myself.
I wince as I feel the soreness between my thighs. This man carries himself like an athlete or a CEO, yet here I was, riding him like a damn cowboy.
I have to cover my mouth to avoid giggling. Damn, I think I’m funny after getting laid.
I can’t believe I’m doing the walk of shame. Is it weird that I feel kind of giddy? Like I’ve checked off some kind of rite of passage?
And to think I could have been having all this great sex instead of spending a fortune on sex toys.
Okay Luisa, focus. And stop getting distracted as you stand buck naked in a dark hotel room with a sexy stranger.
I go to move but am caught off guard when I realize that my phone is on the nightstand next to me, plugged in and fully charged. The sweet gesture takes me aback for a moment. That is, until I notice my small purse right next to it.
My phone… it was inside my purse. And so was my ID.
Fuck. Did he go through my bag to see who I was?
All he’d have to do is open my wallet and see my New York State ID on the clear plastic side.
