Chapter 4:

Soft morning light filtered through the half drawn curtains of the New York hotel suite. I woke slowly, my body deliciously sore in the best possible way. Alex’s strong arm was draped possessively over my waist, his warm chest pressed against my back. His breathing was deep and steady. For a moment, I just lay there, replaying flashes of the night his mouth between my thighs, the way he’d pinned me down, my broken moans of his name echoing off the walls.

I shifted carefully, trying to slip out of bed without waking him. One night. That was the deal. No complications.

But the second my feet touched...