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what we have here will be over pretty soon.
    “I hate to leave you,” he says, sounding genuine and making my heart leap. “But I have some friends I left behind who are missing me.”
    “Some friends they are—you could have been pulled in here by some hitman and ‘disappeared.’ Shouldn’t they have already come to check on you?”
    “Well, we happen to amuse ourselves in various ways. They probably agreed on a specific time limit before checking on me while betting on the outcome.”
    He starts counting out on his fingers.
    “Let’s see—Pete probably started the bet at five hundred that I’d return with my tail between my legs within five minutes. Scott probably upped it to a thousand while betting I’d try to negotiate more comps. Nate probably wanted to come get me immediately but they held him back. How will he ever learn? Give him a few minutes , they probably told him, then found ways to stretch those few minutes out.”
    His phone lets out a video game sound—like a gold coin obtained.
    “There you go. See? They care. I’ll let ‘em know I’ll be down soon. Give you enough time to recuperate for round two.”
    I nod with sleepy eyes and a satisfied smile.
    He smiles back at me, his eyes soft.
    Fuck.
    “Don’t get too crazy down there,” I say as if I care. But people love it when it seems you do.
    For some reason, though, it seems sadness passes over his eyes.
    What the heck’s that about?
    “I won’t,” he says way too seriously. “I just have to make an appearance since I dragged them all here to begin with. I can’t wait for you to meet them.”
    Then he smiles again, before kissing me on my forehead.
    “Me too,” I say with a warm smile back, ignoring the melting within me.

Chapter 5
Axel
    N ow that’s more like it—this is how you start a trip.
    Just like that, I got my usual place and it came with a bonus this time—a willing hottie.
    And I didn’t even have to pay for any of it! This is the kind of guest service I’m talking about.
    As I watch Jewel drift to sleep, I can’t help replaying some of my moments with her—from the sight of her standing at the door in a teeny towel, to the sight of her toned, slim form beneath me, moaning and writhing as I plunged into her gorgeous body, taking pleasure from the warmth and slickness between her shapely legs. The feel of those beautiful legs wrapped around me, her arms embracing me, her soft breasts against my chest. Her lovely, satisfied smile when our eyes finally met again, after we both recovered from orgasm. The strange warmth running through me whenever my eyes met hers.
    I take a long, satisfied breath.
    It never takes long for me to score, but being with Jewel felt different.
    She didn’t feel like just any woman; I felt like we connected far beyond my hard cock being plugged into her warm body.
    An odd additional layer of satisfaction settled over me while I was with her, like… I’m not really sure how to describe it. Just that she felt sort of like home, and certainly not the one I grew up in.
    Jewel might be the first girl in a long time I take out for longer than a few days.
    Unlike my usual short-term trysts, I’m nowhere near ready to let her go anytime soon—she’s got something going on behind those blue-gray eyes of hers I’m actually curious about.
    I want to know more about her, in general.
    I wonder who she actually is—what kind of name is Jewel?
    I watch her sleep a little longer, still unwilling to leave her presence just yet.
    Then I glance around and spot her belongings.
    I feel a twinge of guilt as I take a step toward them; I shouldn’t go through her shit like that.
    I can almost see my mom’s disapproving face, sharp reproachful dark eyes, thick dark hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, mouth tightened in judgmental disapproval.
    If there’s one lesson that stuck from my mom, it’s respecting women’s boundaries. And especially— especially —don’t ever go through her purse.