Sasha

“Here is the key to your room, Mr Tyndall. I hope you enjoy your stay,” the receptionist said, winking at Dexter. What the hell was wrong with her? Did she not see that he was with me? Dexter still had his hand in my knickers, so I couldn’t make a sound. When he finally pulled his hand away, the muscles in my stomach tightened and I groaned silently. I felt like I needed a slap. My knickers clung to my soaking-wet pussy.

“Thank you, Laticia,” he replied with his serious tone. Good that he didn’t encourage the flirting, because I was ready to punch her. I rolled my eyes...