The front desk corrected the booking without argument.

Julian handled it in three calm sentences. The clerk apologized, transferred the room to his company card, and handed over a fresh set of keycards. We rode the elevator back up in silence. The second the door of 1412 closed behind us, he locked it, took the keycard from my hand, and set both of them on the dresser.

“Dress off. Now.”

I pulled the wrinkled blouse and skirt away. No bra. No underwear left that wasn’t already soaked. Julian looked at my bare body—breasts marked by his mouth, thighs shiny with his cum—and made a low sound of approval. He pointed...