The morning sun filtered through the curtains in Sophia’s hotel suite. She stretched lazily, her body deliciously sore from the night before. Her p***y and ass still tingled with the memory of that thick, anonymous c**k stretching her open. She smiled, touching her swollen lips, wondering if she’d ever see her masked stranger again.
A sharp knock at the door made her sit up. Room service? She hadn’t ordered anything. Wrapping a silk robe around her naked body, she opened the door.
There he stood, tall, commanding, and completely unmasked. Sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes and dark hair. He looked even better in daylight. A white shirt clung to his broad chest, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms.
“Morning, Sophia,” he said, voice the same low growl from the balcony. “Or should I
