LONDON

Rome’s private island was paradise. The place had so much privacy that it would take an hour from the mainland via boat. And the beach house was just incredible. It was so pristine that I didn’t want to go home.

We arrived yesterday, and I hadn’t gotten up from bed other than to the bathroom. Striker spoiled me so much.

When I woke up this morning, he was carrying a breakfast tray and a flower he tucked behind my ear. He was so sweet and thoughtful. He made love to me and fucked me until I couldn’t move a muscle.

Right now, I was still in bed, smiling like...