Willison POV

He followed her through the crowd and then tugged her back against his body. They moved together, his front against her back, their hips in sync. It was torture but in a good way. He couldn’t hide the way his body responded to hers, and he didn’t want to. It had been a long week of foreplay and now he was ready to get into the main event and he wanted Mia to know exactly where this was headed; back to the hotel and into bed where they wouldn’t surface for hours.

Willison wasn’t short of bed partners. He liked sex, and he liked women, and he wasn’t...